Resurrected horror.

The recent winter gales have exposed remnants of the fields of staked and coiled barbed wire that were erected on our local sand dunes in 1940, to help keep Nazi Germany at bay. 
Barbed wire was a fearsome military device and the horror of it featured large in the war poetry of the Great War, for example in Wilfred Owen's Exposure.

Watching, we hear the mad gusts tugging on the wire.
Like twitching agonies of men among its brambles.
Northward incessantly, the flickering gunnery rumbles,
Far off, like a dull rumour of some other war.
What are we doing here?