Ninety years ago this morning. I heard all about it: My Dad was there.

Here is Arkwright’s lovely old hymn that we used to sing at Remembrance Day parades in my schooldays. I hope they still sing it, to the right tune. All you fellow atheists, agnostics, mysterians and apatheists join in, too. The heck with metaphysics: this is tribal.

And here is an apt poem, on an excellent WW1 poetry website with many others.