In The Fields Of France Poem by David Semenske

Dedicated to my Great Uncle Edward and those who died at Point Lucey France on August 18th,1918 while going over the top. I became obsessed with finding his grave which my parents said was unknown. I spent the next twenty years researching World War I and what they did with the dead(let them rot in the field until a truce was called then buried them in a shallow grave near where they fell. After the war the remains were dug up and transferred to other cemeteries in France or back home) It was during this time that I wrote 'In the Fields of France'. I felt sad when I finally found his grave, not more than twenty miles from where we lived. All that time and those who knew(Grandparents and Great Grandparents) said nothing. The only thing that I can think of is the Immigrant division that was going on at the time. I had heard stories about families ostracizing sons when they came back because they were killing Germans.