Time Portal has a new but temporary time travel experience with the theme of Remembrance.
As someone who literally owes her life to those on the allied side during the Second World War, I wanted to create something for people to visit that allows us to think about those who sacrificed so much and often made the ultimate sacrifice, for us.
Today is Remembrance Sunday in Britain and the Commonwealth, on the 11th it is Remembrance day.
To give the people in SL a place to go I recreated the last walk of a soldier during the First World War.
You arrive at a small countryside station and follow the sign that says “to front line”.
You can only walk forwards, through the woods, towards the sounds of war.
Please take your time, check out the details, immerse yourself in the atmosphere and when you’re ready, walk on.
With proud thanksgiving, a mother for her children,
England mourns for her dead across the sea.
Flesh of her flesh they were, spirit of her spirit,
Fallen in the cause of the free.
Solemn the drums thrill; Death august and royal
Sings sorrow up into immortal spheres,
There is music in the midst of desolation
And a glory that shines upon our tears.
They went with songs to the battle, they were young,
Straight of limb, true of eye, steady and aglow.
They were staunch to the end against odds uncounted;
They fell with their faces to the foe.
They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old:
Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.
At the going down of the sun and in the morning
We will remember them.
They mingle not with their laughing comrades again;
They sit no more at familiar tables of home;
They have no lot in our labour of the day-time;
They sleep beyond England’s foam.
But where our desires are and our hopes profound,
Felt as a well-spring that is hidden from sight,
To the innermost heart of their own land they are known
As the stars are known to the Night;
As the stars that shall be bright when we are dust,
Moving in marches upon the heavenly plain;
As the stars that are starry in the time of our darkness,
To the end, to the end, they remain.
Laurence Binyon, 1914.
You can find the exhibit by clicking here;
Or by walking through the Portal at the time machine laboratory.
Thanks to Ernst Osterham for helping out.