Editor, The Times:

Editor, The Times:

Remembering The Great War

Submitted by Lloyd Atkins

Lightning flashed and thunder roared inside the smoke-filled clouds billowing across the desolation of their quagmire stage. Above the uproar, riding the wind in repetitive waves, the lonesome sound of a solitary piper rose and fell, rose and fell. Inside this ghostly mist of acrid fog, frightened faces of wide-eyed men appeared and disappeared, appeared and disappeared. Bewildered actors in a pitiless play scripted a century ago but remembered on this mournful day. Bitter winds continue to blow while blood-red poppies sway to and fro.