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Guerenica

They fled in terror as from the sky… Rained death, and wondered why And how the world to this had come As …

Sleuthing for the German Reillys

ne of the tragic and most interesting things to come out of the Great War and the Second World War was the …

Flying Over Europe

Flying over Holland on my way to Prague, I looked down at the view bomber pilots on all sides had on their …

A Spirit Stands, Unheard, Unseen

A spirit stands, unheard unseen Watching over those he’s left behind, As on their knees their prayers they say With him upon …

Paris Doorway: Red Light

Young soldiers facing death worried not about sin when heading into battle, many of whom never had being in a relationship, and …

Letter to an Unknown Soldier

We all have a British soldier from WWI in the family. Only now can we recognise them. This is dedicated to them. …

Telegram Ignored

Next of kin – sisters name given: Duty done, family contacted Telegram ignored – the shame, the shame As if kinship itself …

Song Brings Silence of Guns at Christmas

Searing notes of a foreign song Brought silence to the roaring mouths of guns… Men, bitter enemies fighting before… Crossed lines, found …

War and Poppies

In Flanders fields, and Kandahar, In deepest Afghanistan, Poppies bloom, the Flowers of War, Blossom of the Savagery of Man. In the …

Arched Ceilings of the Pinkas Synagogue

“,”Arched Ceilings of the Pinkas Synagogue”,”Pragues picturesque Pinkas Synagogue in the Josefov district is now a museum to the fallen from the …

Srebrenica

Rows and rows of headstones A sight we’ve seen before And beyond them the eye can see Rows and rows more… The …

Guernica

They fled in terror as from the sky… Rained death, and wondered why And how the world to this had come As …

Guerencia

They fled in terror as from the sky… Rained death, and wondered why And how the world to this had come As …

A Postcard to Her Father Sent

The Maria Lazum story, recounted to me by the poet Paul Polansky who knew the family. He was the author of Black …

The Fields of Vojvodina

The fields of Vojvodina are as flat as the world is round A fairer land bar Ireland is rarer to be found… By …

Where Are They Now?

Where are they now, the sons of Éireann They are dead, sleeping today, in the house of God But they will awaken …

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