"In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row."
The horror of World War One and its impact on humankind is almost
incalculable. The conflict shattered faith in humanity, reason, and the visible, ordered
world - values that collapsed amid industrial slaughter, mud, and endless night.
"If I should die, think only this of me:
That there's some corner of a foreign field
That is for ever England."
Four limited-edition prints which pay tribute to the millions who fought
and to those who paid the ultimate sacrifice.
"They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old:
Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.
At the going down of the sun and in the morning
We will remember them."
Lest We Forget...
Between the crosses, row on row."
The horror of World War One and its impact on humankind is almost
incalculable. The conflict shattered faith in humanity, reason, and the visible, ordered
world - values that collapsed amid industrial slaughter, mud, and endless night.
"If I should die, think only this of me:
That there's some corner of a foreign field
That is for ever England."
Four limited-edition prints which pay tribute to the millions who fought
and to those who paid the ultimate sacrifice.
"They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old:
Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.
At the going down of the sun and in the morning
We will remember them."
Lest We Forget...
