Having served my country in the military I have nothing but admiration and respect for those from Britain, The Common wealth countries and our allies who have served during the wars and especially those who have given their lives in service to their country. Ordinary people who due to their courage became heroes, many of them not receiving medals or even a marked grave but it wasn't themselves they were thinking about.
May they all rest in peace and be remembered with gratitude.
To those currently serving their countries in conflict I wish a speedy and safe return to their families.
Please spare a thought and say a prayer for all the civilians caught up in the wars also.
This poem was written by a Canadian physician and Lieutenant Colonel
John McCrae in 1915, what a pointless waste of life wars are.
In Flanders Fields
In Flanders fields the poppies blowBetween the crosses, row on row,That mark our place; and in the skyThe larks, still bravely singing, flyScarce heard amid the guns below.
We are the Dead. Short days agoWe lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,Loved, and were loved, and now we lieIn Flanders fields.
Take up our quarrel with the foe:To you from failing hands we throwThe torch; be yours to hold it high.If ye break faith with us who dieWe shall not sleep, though poppies growIn Flanders fields.
A parent's epitaph for their son from World War one.
To all the world he was a soldier
To me he was all the world.
Never forget what happened at Enniskillen 1987.
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