Y IS FOR YPRES, BELGIUM

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A STORY OF YOUTH IN YPRES, BELGIUM

Matthias rested his head on his arm, leaning against the cool stone. He felt woozy, too much alcohol in the club. Worth it though, a great gig to round of Ieperfest. He had travelled from Munich for the festival, one of the biggest hardcore punk gatherings in Europe.

Ypres was a strange place to hold such an event, he thought. He had only known about it from history at school when they were taught about the First World War. Ypres was strategically significant, the Allies set out to stop the invading German army around the town. The trenches were occupied throughout almost the full four years of the war, each side making small, insignificant advances then being pushed back. It was where the Germans had first used poison gas. In this series of battles the combined casualties from both sides reached over one million.

That was about all Matthias could remember. He had little interest in the history of his country. Like most of the new German generation the World Wars a century ago were a source of shame and embarrassment, the horrors inflicted by their forebearers that subsequent Germans were still making amends for and being punished for.

He sighed as his bladder emptied against the wall. He should have gone in the club before he had left. Instead he was caught short half way back to the hostel, which he was sure was somewhere down this street, although his sense of direction was hindered by his inebriated state.

‘What the hell do you think you are doing?!’

Matthias felt the harsh slap to the back of his head and someone pulling at his arm. ‘Hey,’ he cried, leaping back, fortunately managing to avoid getting any of his urine on his trousers. He hastily tucked himself in and fastened his trousers, swaying and stumbling as he did so. Facing him was a determined petite woman, about his age, dressed in jeans and a long coat, despite the warm August evening. ‘I was just relieving myself, I couldn’t hold it any longer,’ he answered in German.

‘You’re German as well,’ the girl’s face flushed with anger, ‘Brilliant.’

‘Entschuldigung,’ Matthias apologised, before switching to English, ‘You haven’t seen a man pissing in the street before?’

‘You don’t even know what you were relieving yourself against, you idiot,’ she cursed him in Dutch, the local language of northern Belgium.

‘A wall,’ Matthias shrugged, ‘so what?’

‘Come here,’ she grabbed him and dragged him a few paces back along the street. ‘Look up.’

Matthias looked up. The wall was part of an arch. In his muddled state he recalled it was some sort of memorial to the war.

‘The Menin Gate,’ the girl said. ‘A memorial to the Missing, the bodies they couldn’t identify, or couldn’t find, Germans and Allies.’

‘I’m sorry,’ Matthias murmured, unable to look her in the eye anymore.

‘My grandfather was one of them,’ she carried on, more animated with each word, ‘Albert Beckett. I never met him, neither did my mother. She arrived in Belgium as a baby after the war from Malta, her mother was looking for the British soldier she had a brief romance with while he recuperated in the hospital in Malta. She never found him, only a name on a list of missing soldiers.’

With that, she stormed off. Matthias stood feeling drunk and foolish in the street. At least no one else was about to witness their confrontation. He looked up at the white triumphal arch and read the inscription: ‘Ad Majorem Dei Gloriam – Here are recorded names of officers and men who fell in Ypres Salient, but to whom the fortune of war denied the known and honoured burial given to their comrades in death.’

Sobering up rapidly, he walked inside the arch and saw the stone panels filled with names. They stretched the full length of the arch, down both sides and from top to bottom.

It was daybreak before he had walked past each panel, closely looking at all of the names, each a story, each a person, a father, a son, a brother. On one of the final panels, dedicated to the Regiment of the Lancashire Fusiliers, he found the name of a Private: Beckett, A.  – all that the girl had ever known of her grandfather.


Written as part of The A to Z Challenge 2018. Click HERE for more details of the challenge.

Each day in April we will visit a different town or city in the European Union, whose name will begin with the letter of the day – today it’s Ypres in Belgium – for a story based on a theme also corresponding to the same letter.

Over the course of the month and 26 stories, we will visit all 28 member countries to complete a farewell tour before Britain leaves the political union next year, touching on the history, politics, culture and people at the heart of Europe.

For a full list of stories and places visited, visit here: THE A TO Z CHALLENGE 2018.

The story of Albert Beckett featured in an earlier post in this challenge: B IS FOR BIRKIRKARA, MALTA

84 responses to “Y IS FOR YPRES, BELGIUM”

  1. Many lives were lost in the wars and these memorials remain a testimony to their sacrifice. We have a wonderful memorial here … Liquor does have a way of blurring sensibilities.. I am glad Mathias sobered up quickly…

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    1. Perhaps he has learned a little more from his trip to the music festival than he was expecting.

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  2. At least Matthias is meeting people who make him look at his actions and question his behaviour. He is learning from his experiences. All is not lost.

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    1. Exactly, so long as there are people to educate and those willing to listen and learn.

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  3. Its sad when you think of the repercussions of war- we would never realise what our forefathers had to go through. Nice one Ian

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    1. Even sadder that some seem to have forgotten about it. Thanks Aks.

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      1. Guess they have never been a part of the struggle and hence dont realise it

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  4. Amazing story. Your posts remind us all of the power historical stories should be in our lives.

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    1. We certainly should not forget them, or the lessons that should be learned from them. Thank you.

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  5. Never forget. Thank you!

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    1. Exactly. Thank you Jennie.

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      1. You’re welcome, Iain.

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  6. This is amazing and thought provoking. Thank you.

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    1. Thank you so much, very kind.

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  7. remembering the heroes.. reminds us not to forget them.. great post

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  8. I passed through Ypres last year on the way back from Waterloo. We had no time for anything but lunch because we had to make the Chunnel car train. I wanted to see Ypres properly so badly! Wonderfully written story, Iain!

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    1. Thanks Denise, hopefully you will get another chance. A shame it is famous for such a terrible event, but does sound like a wonderful town.

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  9. What a horrendous blunder Matthias makes! Such a said little story.
    I remember learning about Ypres and the battle of Passchendaele in school, it was one of the teachings that started my interest in history.

    https://writingiscommunication.wordpress.com/2018/04/28/yearning-the-space-between-bookstore-presented-by-a-to-z-100-word-stories/

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  10. Was her grandmother’s name Lucija? I got the link to your earlier story, Iain. Very nicely done. This one is a beautiful story in its own right as well.

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    1. Thanks Varad, you have it spot on 🙂

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  11. What an excellent story. I fear there’s a lot of truth in it, too.

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  12. I did a day trip to Ypres by coach last summer. You hear about lists of names and memorials, but until you stand to face them you really don’t fully appreciate what other went through for us. Excellent Iain.

    A-Z of My Friend Rosey!

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    1. Thanks Keith, I imagine a very humbling experience.

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  13. Beautiful story. I dunno when we, human, will realize that war is the worst thing we can do to humanity. Inncoent lives lost, millions of families lose their loved ones.

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  14. Looking at the walls of names (Viet Nam Memorial in Washington, DC; Holocaust Museum in NYC) is a humbling experience and a reminder of the horrors that have gone by. Think of all the names over the years that are lost.
    Sad.

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  15. Atleast Matthias had someone to tell him what he was doing was wrong and the good sense to listen, realise and rectify. Great story, Iain.

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    1. Very true Moon, perhaps there is hope for him, and others like him.

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  16. Wow, I think that would be sobering for anyone. Well written!

    https://katseaholm.wordpress.com/2018/04/28/y-is-for-yowl/

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    1. Thank you, I thought it would be.

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  17. A sad story, but a great reminder that we must pay attention to our history so as not to forget those that have gone before us and the lessons we can learn from their lives.

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  18. That was quite an awakening, although I have to question that such an experience would sober him up faster than normal, since the human liver can only process alcohol so fast.

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    1. I like to think, and hope, that war memorials on the scale of the Menin Gate are still a sobering experience for those young enough and fortunate enough not to have lived through loss on such a colossal scale.

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      1. I suppose if you’re young, drunk, and really have to go, you might miss it. Glad to see he had a bit of a comeuppance.

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  19. An excellent story Iain! I have been to the Menin Gate several times and have participated in the very moving Last Post Ceremony which happens every evening at 8.00pm. The first time the ceremony was held was in July 1928, and since 11th November 1929 has been held every day whatever the weather. The only time it ceased was during the German occupation of Ypres in the Second World War. I have never been there when there have been less than 200 people present and, in fact if you don’t get there shortly before 7.00pm you won’t get a good position to see what is going on.

    It is also very moving to visit the Anglican St George’s Church near the Cloth Hall wher teh In Flanders Fields Museum is located.

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    1. Thanks Alan, something I would definitely like to witness at some point.

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      1. Novotel Ypres is a good place to stay: a touch modern soulless but very handily placed for the Menin Gate and Cloth Hall and Market Square. A good place to eat is Markt22 in the main square (unfortunately the website in in Flemish!, but make sure that you eat either well before or after the Menin Gate Ceremony as the service is leisured: they want you to enjoy the food not get indigestion! 🙂

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        1. Good travel advice 🙂

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  20. Sobering reminder of the cost of war; we have the Vietnam Memorial in our capital of Washington, DC with walls full of names. From the first, it attracted emotional throngs of people. I can well understand how people would still react to a monument of something that happened 100 years ago. May we never forget; WWI certainly isn’t well taught in American schools.

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    1. I have visited the Vietnam memorial, and Arlington, both very sobering places to visit.

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  21. It is very sad when people lack a sense or even a knowledge of history. I glad he was awakened.

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  22. Such a wonderful way to tell the story and to deliver the message that we should never forget. Very believable characters.
    Reading your stories makes me wonder how much attention you must pay to people around you in order to infuse their essence in your work. I’m learning a lot.
    Thank you Iain.
    Y is for Yartsa Gunbu

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    1. You are very kind, thank you so much 🙂

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  23. So sad that we need these type of memorials. So many lives lost. Quite overwhelming .Weekends In Maine

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  24. The indifference of people to the bricks and mortar that make up a city – how well it comes through in this story Iain. I really enjoyed reading this one. I liked this line –
    “It was daybreak before he had walked past each panel, closely looking at all of the names, each a story, each a person, a father, a son, a brother. ”
    And that he heard the girl. Absorbed the words.

    Yearning for a Boat Ride on Chilika Lake – Panthanivas, Satpada

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    1. Thank you so much Seema

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  25. A touching story.. War memorials always remind us the soldiers who lost their lives in war. Here in sg we have the war memorial when japan attacked and many lost their lives. Y is for YOLO and Z is Zilch. Do have your say as we are in the last two letters of the challenge.

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    1. Thank you, look forward to the final letter tomorrow 🙂

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  26. Perfect amalgamation of the present with the past. And war once again makes its tragic presence felt.

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  27. Two thoughts:
    – It must have been tough to be German after the war(s) – you’re being blamed for sh** your ancestors did.
    – So great to bring back the Grandfather from your Malta post, I remember this romance 🙂
    Enjoy your weekend, one more letter to go!

    https://thethreegerbers.blogspot.ch/2018/04/y-is-for-yellowstone.html

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    1. I agree, not great to suffer the blame and the punishment for something that happened before you were born 🙂

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  28. Incredible writing Iain. I felt an almost visceral revulsion to Matthias’ act, surprised myself with the strength of the reaction,and then was surprised all over again at how pleased I was over his redemption. You’ve got this short form nailed.

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  29. A powerful and well-constructed story, Ian. I learnt a bit about Ypres (or Wipers) decades ago, but too many have forgotten. I need to read your other April post, now that I have scheduled my last post (for tomorrow).

    [My Y: https://rolandclarke.com/2018/04/28/y-is-for-ys/%5D

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    1. Thank you Roland, very kind. I’m looking forward to catching up with a few blogs now that the madness is coming to an end! Hope you enjoy reading more of my posts.

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  30. Time marches on. The young don’t really get the history of a place. Although, it seems like Ypres would be a great place for a punk gathering. Punk thrives on the unexpected.

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    1. I thought it was quite an unexpected place to have a punk festival when I read about it 🙂

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  31. You did it again…25 well-written posts and not a boring one among them.
    I could see that panel with the grandfather’s name on it as if it were actually in front of me.

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    1. Thank you Frances – I hope story 26 doesn’t disappoint!

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  32. Wars are always brutal and unforgiving; such memorials haunt the subsequent generations for years for a closure.

    Y is for Yarn Chopper #atozchallenge

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    1. True, thanks for reading

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  33. Iain, the way you bring out the horrors of war so movingly never fails to touch me. Lokking forward to your final Z post. Here is mine.

    http://www.jaispoetryblog.com/2018/04/z-is-for-sleeping-like-zombie-a2z2018.html

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    1. Thank you Jai, hope you like the final story, looking forward to the conclusion of yours!

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  34. I’m losing my touch, imagine not catching on until it was spelt out. Important story, reminder beautifully given.

    A-Zing this year at:
    FictionCanBeFun
    Normally found at:
    DebsDespatches

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  35. And it’s so sad and unfortunate that sometimes the only memory we might end up having of someone is a name on the wall. There’s so many more casualties of the war that we know nothing about.

    Cheers,
    Deepa
    2018: A-Z

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  36. I loved how you wove in the past and the present in your story. By a strange coincidence I had been reading about how the contribution of Indian soldiers who died in the first world war has often been overlooked. It was only in 2002 that a separate “Memorial Stone‟ was installed on the lawns of Menin Gate in Ypres, honouring the Indian Soldiers who had bore the brunt of the first gas attacks and stopped the German advance which prevented the town of Ieper from being captured.

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    1. Thank you, nice little bit of information,so many were affected by this war, truly a world war.

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  37. It is sad when we lose sight of what a memorial stands for, and hard to believe that in the case of the Great War this could ever happen. These two young characters are so well drawn – that is one feisty young lady who put Matthias right. And he seems to have taken on board the enormity of what the gate represents.

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    1. Thank you Sarah Ann, it is sad when these memorials are taken for granted and their power fades with each generation.

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