Found in the attic of a house belonging to an elderly woman long since passed. The figurine looks to be custom made, possibly meant to resemble the recipient’s son depicted in a small photograph tucked away in the base. However, its maker is unknown as well as why it was in the woman’s possession. It is thought to be a memento commissioned to remember her son Pte. T. J. Belrose when he went overseas in 1916. The inscription on the bottom reads, “My heart is always with you”. Pte. Belrose died on the 12th of April 1918 at 22 years old. The young couple who moved into the house noticed a strange melody coming from the attic at night and soon discovered the musical memento thankfully intact. Though the figurine no longer spins, it continues to mysteriously play music on its own without winding the key, most notably at 12:04 just after midnight.
Young Mordecai cooking the books for New York gangs: if i ever feel romantic attraction to someone i hope it will be someone eloquent, calm, well groomed, tidy, who can help me be my best self
Viktor on the western front chewing barbed wire and pulling German soldiers apart with his bare hands
Miner, Cpl. George, a Winnebago from Tomah, Wisconsin; standing, with rifle, on guard duty, Niederahren, Germany
Record Group 111: Records of the Office of the Chief Signal OfficerSeries: Photographs of American Military Activities
Black and white photograph shows a Native American soldier standing by a tree. He wears a winter uniform and holds a rifle. Two signs in English and German are nailed to the tree.
A woman moving to another village takes with her the bones of her dead son, decorated with marigolds, the native mourning flower, Balkan Front, June 1916.
Photo by Ariel Varges (1890-1972)
Once a soldier removed his helmet and kit harness in battle, he might be killed if his captor was in the heat and anger of battle or had a personal grudge. Usually his life would be spared. The lowered head, the anxious face, the upheld bible or crucifix were sufficient. Seeing a man recognizably human and not that stereotype of inhumanity which the front-line soldier usually projected onto his foe, a civilian response subvened.
— Denis Winter, Death's Men: Soldiers of the Great War