The Women, in the family, had survived these eight deadly years. They were lonely, from now on. Survivors, indeed, but for ever wounded. And their wounds were becoming quite heavy to bear... So heavy that they would have to share them, now, with the oncoming...

"Dad? I am calling you from Verdun. I just retrieved the grave of Henri Baudiment". In the receiver, Daddy's voice broke down with emotion... Photography: Pierre Cazaubon - May 1999 Eighty two years after his death, Henri, the elder brother of my Dad's...