Thanks for the poem, Peter. A lot of old men flew visited me in a hurry when I read that. My grandfather showing me a photo of himself in a campaign hat astride his horse, a great uncle who never got over being a "slacker" because his blindness kept him out of the trenches, a family friend who never recovered from the mustard gas, an uncle showing me the skein dubh recovered from what was left of his uncle in the trenches. None of them thought war was a good idea. They all wanted it to be the war which ended them all. We can't forget.