The War Outside

"Have you news of my boy Jack?'
Not this tide.
'When d'you think that he'll come back?'
Not with this wind blowing, and this tide.
'Has anyone else had word of him?'
Not this tide.
For what is sunk will hardly swim,
Not with this wind blowing and this tide.
'Oh, dear, what comfort can I find?'
None this tide,
Nor any tide,
Except he did not shame his kind-
Not even with that wind blowing, and that tide.
Then hold your head up all the more,
This tide,
And every tide;
Because he was the son you bore,
And gave to that wind blowing and that tide!"

- Rudyard Kipling

The First World War, god forbid, is not well known to most future generations. It's been a century or so since the start of the War to end all Wars. It was in the battlefields of Passchendaele, Vimy Ridge and the Somme where a whole generation died fighting. It was this that sparked the Second World War. The figures that came out of the First World War changed the course of history. No one will remember that the battles were fought by common men who only sought to do what was right and just. No one will remember that these men fought for not a country or for glory, but for something greater, greater than themselves.
The greatest generation was not just the generation who fought World War II, but those who fought in the First World War. Those men who died and believed in something more than themselves. Those families that lost loved ones; fathers, brothers, uncles, and sons forever lost to them. These men who said goodbye to families who prayed to God for them to return safe. None of the First World War survivors are alive now. But the legacy of their sacrifice was never in doubt. Their names lost forever in time. History will remember the battles, but forget the blood shed in its name.
That's all for now.. bye.