On Foreign Soil the British toiled.
For a War that took their souls.
Brave strong fighting men signed with their pen and conscripted off to war.
No-one could have foreseen the raging machine that was the German force
Two sides strong willed, just average men desperate to survive.

They tirelessly, trudged through the mire and the mud, in trenches stinking and full of blood.
The casualties high, too many did die on either side of the battlefield.
The cost of life, at any price for the Glory, and success of war!
Did the men at the top, the instigators of death have any realisation what they had done? Sending young men to fight with no end in sight was too much for man to bear.

Broken men they became, never the same and the horrors of war were never spoken again. The pain and grief etched on faces of soldiers, young boys returning as men.
The wounded, the crippled, and the mentally scarred now the real work had to be done. Re-homing, rehabilitation helping to heal the mental scars suffered on the fields.

The “Great” War has ended but still we are fighting for freedom for the average man.