The second work is called The Green Fields. The land itself becomes the witness. The same donkeys, blossoms, and geese are as alive today as they were on the day of the landings. Barbed wire, poppies, and white crosses speak of lives absorbed by the land, memory intertwined with renewal. I visited places that are now so tranquil and seemingly unimportant that it is impossible to imagine that they were the locations of fierce battles. These places felt more powerful than the regimented cemeteries that somehow seem to sanitize what went on all those years ago.