A Trip to The Tyne Cot Memorial at Passchendaele

Today was a very weird day. I woke up in my doggy bed, and it was still dark outside. It is never dark outside when I wake up! The weird humans who live in MY house kept talking about this thing called the Tyne Cot Memorial. I don't even think twice about this. These humans are being cruel to me because they don’t even let me drink water. How am I supposed to live? They shove me into the car for what feels like an eternity before I can get out to stretch my legs. Just as I am about to relax, a really loud and giant bird flies over my head with the word delta on its belly. What is this place? Is that bird going to eat me? The next eight hours involve me being eaten by the bird and then spit out in a completely different place.  Then, I am again shoved in a car, but this one is different and smells weird. When I am finally let out, I see almost twelve thousand graves. I just sit there. I have no idea what this is, but it feels sacred. At the back of the lot, I see four archways with a dome at the center. When I walk through there, it is almost like I can feel the presence of people. This is so weird. I really wonder what the people who live in MY house have taken me to. All I can see is the words Tyne Cot Memorial to the Missing at Passchendaele, which I have no idea what this means. However, after we left, I realized that we are now in a totally new place with a ton of people. Great!

Comments

  1. Wow!! I am speechless. Dude the way you just played the dog's pov travelling is insanely creative. It makes me wonder that, does your Dog talk to you?!?

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