fields_of_verdun epitome of incomprehensibility May or June, 2020. David and I were walking along a path on the Verdun lakeshore when it widened into a field and something resembling a beach. "This is a field. Of Verdun!" I said, excited, because I'd just been describing the song from Sabaton's World War 1 album (the first of two now) and how I'd had it stuck in my head when I'd gone to visit in the winter. How the chorus that blasted in my mind was incongruously aggressive for the calm snowscape of Wellington street in winter: Fields of Verdun! And the battle has begun! Nowhere to run! Father and son Fall one by one Under the gun... But that was a city street with shops. This was a field. Of Verdun! "You should hold up a boombox and blast out the song," laughed David. There were a few scattered groups on the beach, semi-distanced because of pandemickiness. What_language_are_you_speaking? Well, metal, obviously. Our_song! 220505 what's it to you? who go blather from