War has its purposes, and at times is necessary. But the effects are terrible. The poetry coming from the Great War (1914-1918) is stark in its honesty. Let us never forget.
"They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old:
Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.
At the going down of the sun and in the morning
We will remember them."
-- Laurence Binyon, 1914
Let us never forget.