The real meaning of sacrifice.

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90 years ago today the Armistice was signed, ending the Great War. It was carnage on a scale not known before, where over a million British Servicemen and women perished, many in the mud of the Somme. It is perhaps beyond our imaginations to realise how awful this must have been, dealing with daily shelling, the cold or heat, constant sniper fire, poor food, lice, disease and boredom. Then if you cracked under the stress of it all, your own side would shoot you as a coward.

At 11.00 am, I sat silently in my car for two minutes in memory of the many people from all over the world who have perished in this and other wars, before and since: and tears came to my eyes.

I cried for their sacrifice and for the fact, despite our rememberance, we haven't learned a thing or wars, the most futile of human activity, would genuinely become a thing of the past.

Angharad.

Try this link for a digital archive of World War I, through poetry and other material.

http://www.oucs.ox.ac.uk/ww1lit/

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