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The next day, on route to several museums, we pass a rather inconspicous building, crawling with armed guards. But hey, everybody loves the monarchy, right? |
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So enough of this, let's talk about Napoleon. So I go to visit Waterloo, and what do I find? A massive monument erected to the prince of Orange who was wounded during the battle. Yippee. Then there's this huge rotunda behind me, for what, only god knows. Anyway, the view at the top isn't so bad. |
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And there it is! Kind of. I'm pointing to the infamous farmhouse Nap tried to sieze, hoping to win the field, but with no luck unfortunantley. Then that panzy Wellington, who had been on the defensive the whole time, just had to sit back and wait for his Prussian lackies to show up. Chumps. |
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This is one of those wierd things that you know someone else understands, but you don't. So I'm in Ypres, sight of one the bloodiest battles in history- but heck, no one cares about that, lets all look at the pissing kid statue. |
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And this is just to wierd. Passendale, the town directly behind me, was completley flattened there was simply nothing left after that 'ole world war one era artillery got hold of it. Yet, here it is, just like nothing ever happened. |
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But what would a trip to Belguim be without visiting the graves of those countless Canucks who got mowed down for no gain, thanks to the brilliant leadership of the son of a rum distiler. But if they hadn't listened to Haig, then the Germans might have, uhm, not had such an easy time killing them? |
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Something like 10,000 wargraves from the Somme offensive here. |
