THE GREAT WAR: WHAT WAS SO GREAT ABOUT IT?
In Flanders fields the poppies blow 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 … Continue readingTHE GREAT WAR: WHAT WAS SO GREAT ABOUT IT?