I suppose, an explanation is in order.

Just this morning (22/10/06) I returned from a five day visit with a school party to the Great War battle fields at the Ipers (or Ypres) Salient in Belgium, and the Somme in France.
Such an emotional and self searching experience I cannot explain beyond its physical details. The feelings which passed through our minds upon this tour, and indeed after, are indescribable, and I only wish that language could be formed to convey such messages as we would spread.

I only wish that everyone could understand.

I cannot tell of the way in which we could wander for hours around the quiet sleeping cemeries. The way we sat and stared at monuments, altars and crosses. The way tears ran clear, hot and pure from the overwealming fount of pathos from a part of the conciousness that could never have been opened without such a trigger as found within the sights we saw.

I have found myself unable to convey the tide of thought in which we were all engulfed on that journey. The poems and pictues that appear here can never bring an observer to realise what we felt there, unless they too have seen, and heard, and walked, and tried to understand.

We are nought but human. Humans trying to understand an unimaginable, unhuman horror. Walking on the waves to learning with feet of clay.
But the greatest human achievment is to try.

We shall remember them.
Robert Henthorn