I was visiting the pretty village of Downham in Lancashire one warm sunny summer afternoon and went into the old church. After looking around inside I came out into the sunshine and there was a man studying a gravestone I greeted him and he started talking to me about the inscription on the headstone.
The memorial was to a young local lad who had died in the Great War on the western front. I cannot remember the details but during the conversation, the man remarked after looking over the peaceful view across the fields towards Pendle hill. That the young man must have thought that, he had entered hell after leaving such an idyllic landscape.
This conversation stayed with me for a few years so this week on the run up to Armistice Day I have made posts of great poetry to commemorate the brave men and women who lost their lives in this terrible conflict. So many of these young people had not even had a life nor possibly even loved before going to their deaths on the western front.