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Lieut Henri Antoine Lambrecht

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Lieut Henri Antoine Lambrecht

Birth
Seraing, Arrondissement de Liège, Liège, Belgium
Death
21 Jul 1941 (aged 29)
Gambela, Gambela, Ethiopia
Burial
Gambela, Gambela, Ethiopia Add to Map
Memorial ID
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A military commander, probably Flemish, who died shortly after the battle of Gambell, perhaps as a result of injuries suffered. His family not know that here lies level with the Baro River, in the heart over Africa. Dying for Belgium in the lands of the Nuer and Anuak to end buried under a light. To this all leads to the warlike ideology of nation-states, the patrioterismo militaroide, volatility and stupidity hidden behind concepts such as honor, the flag, the value background and heroism. Accustomed to the type of memorials of the soldiers killed in the Normandy landings, this sad cemetery gives us another idea of what was the World War 2. Things exciting archeology of the contemporary past.


History

As the Italians occupied Ethiopia, the English armed the Anuak in order to fight the facist troops. It ended up in a big battle on the 23rd of March 1941. Allies troops involving English and Belgian colonial regiments won the battle. It was one of the first victory of Allies on the facist and nazis ennemies in Africa announcing the long-lasting battle of al-Alamein in Egypt.

Many of the soldiers died, they are now buried in the small cementary behind the phantomatic bus station. Few people still remember this battle. The battle of Gambella is just one among others in the Campaign of Abyssinia that led to the withdrawal of Italia from Ethiopia. The Anuak remember it a first step toward their liberation. All this is very marginal to appear in any book of History. However, history of the margins at the periphery of the world makes the big History.

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The Rainbow Over Man

Cancerous is the mood beneath,
The bruised and battered sky,
Endless seems the dusty heath,
That pleads and begs to die.

Gas calling out to mournful souls,
Who teeter across the land,
In hopelessness they did enrol,
In a fate that murder planned.

Bloody wounds of red and pink,
Brittle, fleshy lines,
I can only pray, not change, nor think,
Through the din these whines provide.

Tree, shelter me from morbid weather,
Lead raining on my bones,
In light of day we lived together,
Tonight I'll die alone.

Kristina Adamson
A military commander, probably Flemish, who died shortly after the battle of Gambell, perhaps as a result of injuries suffered. His family not know that here lies level with the Baro River, in the heart over Africa. Dying for Belgium in the lands of the Nuer and Anuak to end buried under a light. To this all leads to the warlike ideology of nation-states, the patrioterismo militaroide, volatility and stupidity hidden behind concepts such as honor, the flag, the value background and heroism. Accustomed to the type of memorials of the soldiers killed in the Normandy landings, this sad cemetery gives us another idea of what was the World War 2. Things exciting archeology of the contemporary past.


History

As the Italians occupied Ethiopia, the English armed the Anuak in order to fight the facist troops. It ended up in a big battle on the 23rd of March 1941. Allies troops involving English and Belgian colonial regiments won the battle. It was one of the first victory of Allies on the facist and nazis ennemies in Africa announcing the long-lasting battle of al-Alamein in Egypt.

Many of the soldiers died, they are now buried in the small cementary behind the phantomatic bus station. Few people still remember this battle. The battle of Gambella is just one among others in the Campaign of Abyssinia that led to the withdrawal of Italia from Ethiopia. The Anuak remember it a first step toward their liberation. All this is very marginal to appear in any book of History. However, history of the margins at the periphery of the world makes the big History.

~

The Rainbow Over Man

Cancerous is the mood beneath,
The bruised and battered sky,
Endless seems the dusty heath,
That pleads and begs to die.

Gas calling out to mournful souls,
Who teeter across the land,
In hopelessness they did enrol,
In a fate that murder planned.

Bloody wounds of red and pink,
Brittle, fleshy lines,
I can only pray, not change, nor think,
Through the din these whines provide.

Tree, shelter me from morbid weather,
Lead raining on my bones,
In light of day we lived together,
Tonight I'll die alone.

Kristina Adamson

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