Family Research – English, Scottish and Irish Genealogy


At the going down of the sun

Vernon Scannell, a poet who fought in North Africa in the Second World War, observed in his poem ‘The Great War’:

‘Whenever the November sky
Quivers with a bugle’s hoarse, sweet cry
The reason darkens; in its evening gleam
Crosses and flares, tormented wire, grey earth
Spattered with crimson flowers,
And I remember,
Not the war I fought in
But the one called Great
Which ended in a sepia November
Four years before my birth’.
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