Tin Soldiers
16 Mar 2023

Two tin soldiers, flanking a monument in a courtyard of a graveyard church. Kept in place by a hedge and a wall. Guarding against a war that will never start and recovering from a war that will never end… Built out of thin sheets of metal, they are neither as permanent nor organic as the world that surrounds them. And yet they make an impact – they impose themselves as if tearing a rift into the fabric of spacetime from another dimension. They stand, disciplined, and wait…

To them the cruelties might be real – the shocks of actual war – the terrors of the reality of wholesale slaughter.

And yet the gravity of their sacrifices are real only to them. For most of them history will forget their memories, let alone their names.

I look upon the reminders and am reminded myself… all soldiers are tin soldiers.