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20%

of people exposed to mass violence develop PTSD

8M+

adults diagnosed with PTSD in a given year

more likely — women are disproportionately affected by PTSD

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A Name On the Menin Gate

A Name on the Menin Gate He went to war like a lamb My Great Uncle Daniel Blindly walking into the Lion’s Den Did he think it was a lark? Or just happy to play his part A war to end all wars Over by Christmas they said Those with a wise head Opted for safety instead...

Mac and Vera

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Soldier Boys

Two boys, Barely men With ash blonde hair, And soot stained skin   In a peaceful life They would be friends, or kin, But, in this war-torn world Neither would live to see who would win   Both twenty-two With, an invisible vision of victory, Marched forth...

Wild Waters

Wild WatersSnow white palm, brittle as glassRed wine sky stained with poison,Flesh falls in fields of violence while, Rain taps upon tobacco-stained fingertipsDeath, lingers, in the shadows of trees,Whisps of hair, flutter in steel cold wind.Youth halted in time; age...

What Makes A Man

Once your war is over Once your rifle’s stowed away Once you’re home safe and alive To see another day You’ll stand tall beside your comrades And remember those you’ve lost You’ll burst with pride yet deep inside Your mind will count the cost And you’ll bottle those...

A Poem For Veterans

I wish you could tell them just how you feel about the torment and fear And pain in your heart, about the sadness you felt , not just for yourself but for friends you held dear They were your comrades and you held them close, just when you needed them the most To hear...

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“Tae a Virus”

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Memories

Here I sit on a lonely park bench, I try hard to forget the shallow, dark trench, I try hard to forget the filth and blood, And the bodies of friends lying in the mud. I try to forget that feeling of fear, As a German patrol drew closer and near, I try hard to forget...

Illusion 2

Multiple colours here are seen Golds and Yellows, Grey and Green Opal Brown and Red as well What it all means is hard to foretell Looking from above at what is seen Could be depicting a fearsome ravine Waters rushing down each side Creating havoc as they collide With...

Demons of the Night

Thoughts go rushing through my head As I sit here and write As another day is ending Once again the fading light I close my eyes for inspiration Looking neither left or right Will I be accompanied By the Princes or Demons of the night I’m searching deep within me Both...

WE REMEMBER.

We Remember. We remember them now gone. Those lives of our farther, sons, mothers, daughters. Sacrifices given in blood, upon a foreign place and murky field. Many have left upon great ships. Returned but a few to tread the streets of dear Blighty once more. Of home....

WHERE MEMORIES SLEEP

In Flanders fields where memories sleep In Flanders fieds where the war has reaped In Flanders fields where war was held In Flanders fields where the troops loudly yelled. When the dogs barked, sniffing out the bombs A ton of troops had already gone you can hear the...

The angler

Awakened by the stillness of the mother of dawn from the languorous valley of dreams, Charles stretched in his tent, rose to his feet, crouched through the flap to breathe in the morning-cooled air and put a pot of coffee on to start his day. Nothing was better than...

Come and see

“And I saw when the Lamb opened one of the seals, and I heard as it were the noise of thunder, one of the four beasts saying, Come and See.” Revelations 6.1 In the last days of the War, we knew that their days were numbered. Our Guards were mainly gone, the only ones...

HIde the hurt

I’ve decided to say something to Arnold: to enquire how he’s feeling; ask if I can do anything for him; find out if he wants to talk. Mind you, I’ll have to watch what I say. You know how it is in hospitals: sometimes patients aren’t in the mood for conversation, for...

Project Ha Ha

High in the upper atmosphere the Mosquito flew… like a slingshot launched from England towards the heart of Germany. These airplanes flew alone and were immune to the dangers of the wartime night skies. The anti aircraft guns and the night fighters could not reach...

A fate worse than….

This river too was frozen solid like all the others we had crossed…but now the men were tired and cold. A thousand little fires sprang up beside the river with men pushing and shoving to get close. It didn’t help the frostbitten faces and smarting eyes. My lord had...

Trafalgar Square

Foreword “Some say it was a battle; the second Battle of Trafalgar. In military circles, I doubt the term is accurate. I was there, frightened and in fear of my life. I do find it convenient to draw on such comparison. At night, when I’m often not quite awake. I smell...

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"Through my own experiences in talking with the boys and girls about their thoughts on war and how they felt about going into action… through poetry they express themselves with absolute clarity, deep feeling and simplicity. I only have to read 'In Flanders Field' or Kipling's 'Tommy' to fully appreciate and be thankful for the beauty of FLOW. We must never forget them."

Dame Vera Lynn DBE — Our late patron, 1917–2020

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