We died in hell - Paschendale

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This little diorama is constructed from converted Airfix Multipose parts and Hornet heads + Magic Sculpt. It depicts members of the 109th Feild Ambulance RAMC 36th Ulster Division during the 3rd ballte of Ypres. Paited throughout in oils.
 

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Hi Stephen

Good looking piece, another brilliant idea again mate, you can see the struggle on their faces, I will have a look at this one in May....

Dave
 
Stephen--Is this little gem since Atlanta? Wow! I can only echo the impact of the faces on those boys as they slog through hell; well done!
 
hi stephen,
i like this vignette, and the poses are original (i don't forget the William McFadzean one).
blood and mud, all is tell !

Seb.
 
I really like the mud, Stephen!

Could you tell me more about the title I feel that Im missing something?

Cheers

Hi Janne,

The title of the vignette is (probably) based upon the poem "Memorial Tablet" written by the British Great War poet, Sigfried Sassoon. The full poem appears below:

Memorial Tablet
by Siegfried Sassoon

Squire nagged and bullied till I went to fight,
(Under Lord Derby’s Scheme). I died in hell—
(They called it Passchendaele). My wound was slight,
And I was hobbling back; and then a shell
Burst slick upon the duck-boards: so I fell
Into the bottomless mud, and lost the light.

At sermon-time, while Squire is in his pew,
He gives my gilded name a thoughtful stare:
For, though low down upon the list, I’m there;
‘In proud and glorious memory’ … that’s my due.
Two bleeding years I fought in France, for Squire:
I suffered anguish that he’s never guessed.
Once I came home on leave: and then went west…
What greater glory could a man desire?

Hope this helps,

Brian
 

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