This is a view of the idyllic Ramparts Cemetery in Ypres, Belgium. The cemetery lies directly on the moat of the old fortifications, and is possibly the most beautiful war cemetery I have visited (if there can be such a thing). 198 Commonwealth soldiers who died during the First World War are buried here. I think it is appropriate to quote the first two verses of the famous poem by John McCrae here:
"In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.
We are the dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved, and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields."
This sums up my feelings about this futile war in particular, and also about war in general.