100 years; the price tag

[daxwc]

"In Flanders Fields"

In Flanders fields the poppies grow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.

We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.

Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.

By John McCrae



Although I didn’t know you I haven’t forgotten or forsaken you.

Sleep

[rasselasss]

My Grandad said "They told us it would be over by Christmas..they told us lies ..and when it was over and many died,those of us that survived came back and found there was no employment for us,it was terrible times for all the Countries involved...all for nowt"...