Poems Of The Great War: "I live on hope and that I think do all who come into this world."

It seems somehow strange to call the First World War the Great War as though somehow we are enhancing its value, giving it a place in all the follies and mistakes of mankind above its station of destruction. But in terms of misery, carnage and slaughter it was, at the time, the single bloodiest sustained period of annihilation of nation upon nation, army upon army, man upon man by some distance. And whilst in the end the gains politically were nowhere near the losses of men it did bring for...