Trench Rabbit LbNA #65647 (ARCHIVED)
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Add Location| Owner: | getn froggy  |
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| Plant date: | Aug 24, 2013 |
| Location: | |
| City: | ??? |
| County: | McHenry |
| State: | Illinois |
| Boxes: | 1 |
| Found by: | ??? |
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| Last found: | Nov 16, 2013 |
| Status: | FFr |
| Last edited: | Aug 24, 2013 |
The unwanted, persistant, pestilent companion in the trenches. Nicknamed the 'trench rabbit' by American troops in World War I.
"Rats bred by the tens of thousands and lived on the fat of the land. When we were sleeping in funk holes the things ran over us, played about, copulated and fouled our scraps of food, their young squeaking incessantly. There was no proper system of waste disposal in trench life. Empty tins of all kinds were flung away over the top on both sides of the trench. Millions of tins were thus available for all the rats in France and Belgium in hundreds of miles of trenches. During brief moments of quiet at night, one could hear a continuous rattle of tins moving against each other. The rats were turning them over. What happened to the rats under heavy shell-fire was a mystery, but their powers of survival kept place with each new weapon, including poison gas." Source: George Coppard, With A Machine Gun to Cambrai (1969).
I chose to hide the Trench Rabbit here because this cemetery has grave markers that span from the Civil War through World War II, and beyond. So, please, please, please be very respectable when visiting. There have been instances in the past where vandals have desecrated these historical markers. Because of this, to find this letterbox, please LbNA-mail me for the clue.
If you were at DOW III in February 2013, you may already have this stamp.
"Rats bred by the tens of thousands and lived on the fat of the land. When we were sleeping in funk holes the things ran over us, played about, copulated and fouled our scraps of food, their young squeaking incessantly. There was no proper system of waste disposal in trench life. Empty tins of all kinds were flung away over the top on both sides of the trench. Millions of tins were thus available for all the rats in France and Belgium in hundreds of miles of trenches. During brief moments of quiet at night, one could hear a continuous rattle of tins moving against each other. The rats were turning them over. What happened to the rats under heavy shell-fire was a mystery, but their powers of survival kept place with each new weapon, including poison gas." Source: George Coppard, With A Machine Gun to Cambrai (1969).
I chose to hide the Trench Rabbit here because this cemetery has grave markers that span from the Civil War through World War II, and beyond. So, please, please, please be very respectable when visiting. There have been instances in the past where vandals have desecrated these historical markers. Because of this, to find this letterbox, please LbNA-mail me for the clue.
If you were at DOW III in February 2013, you may already have this stamp.