The Real “No-Go Zone” of France: A Forbidden No Man’s Land Poisoned by War
When you imagine France and its scenic countryside, you might think of the picturesque villages, vineyards a plenty and endless rolling green hills to drive through on a blissful summer road trip. But theres one corner of this scenic country that no one has been allowed to enter for nearly a century, known as the Zone Rouge (the red zone).
Pictured above is an artists impression of the forsaken territory, originally covering more than 1,200 square kilometres (460 sq miles) in the years following the Great War. Today, around 100km2 (roughly the size of Paris), is still strictly prohibited by law from public entry and agricultural use because of an impossible amount of human remains and unexploded chemical munitions yet to be recovered from the battlefields of both world wars.
Step inside the real No Go-Zone
Photography (c) Olivier Saint Hilaire
After WWI, unable to keep up with the impossible task of removing endless undetonated weapons, human and animal remains, the French government decided on a forced relocation of residents which led to the creation of the Zone Rouge. Entire villages wiped off the map were considered casualties of war.
Douaumont, Destroyed Village
Once manicured farmland was abandoned, and without human presence, soon became unrecognisable thick forestland.
Read more: http://www.messynessychic.com/2015/05/26/the-real-no-go-zone-of-france-a-forbidden-no-mans-land-poisoned-by-war/
haikugal
(6,476 posts)What an amazing testament to the ravages of war and the lasting consequences.
Wonderful link...I kept finding things to read about, a keeper!
Thanks
TexasTowelie
(112,181 posts)A friend of mine on Facebook shared the link and I found the story fascinating.
Historic NY
(37,449 posts)its the no mans land loaded with shell holes from WWI & WWII and German bunkers.
Nitram
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My grandfather fought in France during WWI. He was a scout who'd cross No-Man's Land to probe German defenses and detect enemy movements. He spoke of the horror of crouching in the trenches listening to enemy shells coming in and not knowing whether one would hit your position or not. He was gassed and sent to Paris to recuperate. Made it home in one piece, but I've always wondered about how PTSD probably affected him (and his family).