Someone had painted the pill box on the beach again. I signed and let my dog, Teddy, sniff one of the corners. At least the “art work” didn’t look that bad this time but still, some respected might have been nice.
Once a solider would have sat inside, his only light coming through the gun slit and he would have had to watch the shore for signs of the enemy. A boring job, maybe but a crucial one to slow the enemy down when they landed.
I tugged Teddy’s lead and told him, ‘we’ll have to go back to get the whitewash again.’
(Inspired by; https://crispinakemp.com/2020/03/18/crimsons-creative-challenge-71/ with thanks).
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I like your take on this as a painted up WWII pill box. Just 10 miles south of here are the remains of some actual pill boxes. And amazingly, no one has graffiti-ed them 🙂
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Thanks. I’ve been watching too much Abandoned Engineering on the Yesterday channel.
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It’s done you no harm! 🙂
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