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From the premiere of our WW1 suite, 'Footnotes to the Great War'. St Georges Bristol. 7th July 2018. Sound, Jimmy Tuffrey. Film Crew: Richard Clutterbuck, Charlie Marshall. Edited by Charlie Marshall. M.D. Sam Burns. Words/Music, Jim Boyes, (Coope Boyes and Simpson) Despite being essentially a small pile of spoil from the digging of the nearby railway, merely 40m higher than the surrounding land, Hill 60 was considered tactically significant and was lost and won many times over the course of the war. Both sides used gas in the battles. The Hill was finally won for the Allies in 1917, after they exploded nearly half a million tons of TNT planted in tunnels under it. It has been claimed that 10,000 Germans died in the blast and that the explosion was heard in both Paris and London. Today Hill 60 stands just 4m high. We mourn for you, whose peace may never come, Who never more will see a harvest home, Who never more will witness a new birth, Whose bodies, vapourised, ne’er fell to earth, Or decomposed in hideous stinking pools, Or buried deep below with miners’ tools. We stand on high, where sheep may safely graze. We come to honour meditate or praise, Or empathise, but we can’t understand A conflict on a scale so grand, That mortal tongue can only glibly tell That this is what we made a living hell. A pilgrimage to where our fathers fought, A history class that never can be taught Of gas and guns and spades and hands and teeth, A subtle knowledge of what lies beneath, A subterranean honeycomb of fear. A pock-marked surface of another year. We see the glint of Zillebeke lake And in the distance there is no mistake, The recreation of a city’s dreams, The golden statues in the twilight gleam. But to the echo of a distant gun, Behind the ruined cloth all sinks a blood red sun. We mourn for you, whose peace may never come... etc