Aw Ma, stop beating yourself up. I felt I had to go.

If you and Dad hadn’t signed those papers, I would have snuck away.

Then I wouldn’t have gotten those last kisses, that never-let-me-go hug.

Thanks for trying to get me into the Boys’ Brigade; you did your best.

The boys and I enjoyed your cookies; we share everything from home.

They said they were the best two month old molasses cookies they ever ate! Ha ha.

Some wondered about the little bits of bacon fat though.

Pat Sport on the head; tell him I’ll be home chasing squirrels with him in no time.

Tell Dad I love those Forget-Me-Nots he plants in my bedroom window box.

GREAT NEWS! The Sergeant-Major says we have had our last mission!

Yahoo boys! We’re going home! This letter will probably be home before me.

I can’t wait to be back home again.

Your loving son, Ted  XOXOXO

Why do they have wars?

Why do Treaties guaranteeing peace lead to war?

Why does a single assassin’s bullet spark a worldwide conflagration?

Why do despots gain enough power to drag their people into war?

Why do we send our boys to fight foreign wars?

Why do we glow with pride when first we see them in uniform?

Why don’t I bake those cookies he so loved?

Why does the dog perk up when he hears the school bus?

Why did Dad spend so much time on that window box?

Why don’t I believe the Padre when he said you didn’t suffer?

Why do I have such regret, remorse, recrimination?

Why do I feel SUCH guilt?

Why??? Why???

Whyyyy did I let my boy go?




Joshua Dyer (aged 14) was tasked at school to write a poem for Remembrance Day. An hour later (without any help) he produced this beautifully written poem. 

One Thousand Men Are Walking


One thousand men are walking

Walking side by side

Singing songs from home

The spirit as their guide

they walk toward the light milord

they walk towards the sun

they smoke and laugh and smile together

no foes to outrun

these men live on forever

in the hearts of those they saved

a nation truly grateful

for the path of peace they paved

they march as friends and comrades

but they do not march for war

step closer to salvation

a tranquil steady corps

the meadows lit with golden beams

a beacon for the brave

the emerald grass untrampled

a reward for what they gave

they dream of those they left behind

and know they dream of them

forever in those poppy fields

there walks one thousand men

Joshua Dyer 2019 (aged 14)


In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place: and in the sky
The larks still bravely singing fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.

We are the dead: Short days ago,
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved: and now we lie
In Flanders fields!

Take up our quarrel with the foe
To you, from failing hands, we throw
The torch: be yours to hold it high
If ye break faith with us who die,
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.

Composed at the battlefront on May 3, 1915                   during the second battle of Ypres, Belgium

The World’s Most Famous WAR MEMORIAL                   POEM by Lieutenant Colonel John McCrae


I was that which others did not want to be.

I went where others feared to go, and did what others failed to do.

I asked nothing from those who gave nothing.

And reluctantly accepted the thought of eternal loneliness... should I fail.

I have seen the face of terror; felt the stinging cold of fear; and enjoyed the sweet taste of a moment’s love.

I have cried, pained, and hoped...but most of all,

I have lived times others would say were best forgotten.

At least someday, I will be able to say that I was proud of what I was... a soldier.                                                                           

~George Skypeck

"Copyright All Rights Reserved,GEORGE L.SKYPECK,Reg.US Tm"  


Green Cove is more than just a geological feature; but rather an arm of land reaching out to sea across the great divide to Europe and desperately holding on to the mainland so that Green Cove could welcome home her native sons and return them to a safe haven. This makes Green Cove the perfect location for the NFNM; a loving memorial that will ensure Our Fallen Heroes are never forgotten.