I stood in a field full
of red poppies – coquelicots, I told myself, you're here to speak French! -- and
there, I didn't feel anything.
But then I stared across
a field of tall greenness, right next to a forest, and there I felt it. It
looked like peace. It looked like growth. Blue skies, green plants, bright sun,
a little shadow from the forest trees. It was a beautiful countryside in
summer.
We walked into the
forest, and there we found a different truth, one where, more than 90 years
later, we could still crouch in trenches from La Grande Guerre.
From the field you would
never know.
