In the damp and dirty trenches they lay,
The sons and fathers of yesterday.
Off they went, for their country to fight,
Never knowing what lay in their plight.
A telegram delivered one fateful night,
To say he was killed in action they said,
That was the thing that all of us dread.
Now every year on 'Eleven Eleven'
We pray to God, who art in in heaven,
We think of the brave men and youths,
Who lost their lives in the war to bring truth,
How can we ever begin to dream,
Of the suffering they all must have seen.
Bob Lowe,
Tenby (2009).