British style poppy for November 11.

[Stratherrick]

My great-uncle, Alexander, died of abdominal wounds in WW1. He'd already been injured once before, but went back for a second go at it!

Brave men indeed...

Slainte to uncle Alex!

Bruce

[Mike_Oettle]

Years ago anarmy friend of mine had a part in a musical called Oh, What A Lovely War. He would sing songs from it in camp, and the one that always bought tears to my eyes was one called Far, far from Wipers (I recall it as Far Away from Wipers). It goes:

Far, far from Wipers I long to be.
Where German snipers can't get at me.
Dark is my dugout, cold are my feet.
Waiting for Whizzbangs to send me to sleep.

A footnote explains that Wipers is Ypres. This is the French spelling of the name. The town is in fact in Flanders, and its actual name is Ieper.
Regards,
Mike

[Mike_Oettle]

Years ago an army friend of mine had a part in a musical called Oh, What A Lovely War. He would sing songs from it in camp, and the one that always bought tears to my eyes was one called Far, far from Wipers (I recall it as Far Away from Wipers). It goes:

Far, far from Wipers I long to be.
Where German snipers can't get at me.
Dark is my dugout, cold are my feet.
Waiting for Whizzbangs to send me to sleep.

A footnote explains that Wipers is Ypres. This is the French spelling of the name. The town is in fact in Flanders, and its actual name is Ieper.
Regards,
Mike