16,000,000 dead - military and civilians.
A permanent Zone Rouge of poisoned and uninhabitable land in France.
An Iron Harvest of century-old ordnance every year.
Human remains still regularly uncovered.
The lost villages of France, where people had lived and loved for centuries, gone.
Four empires collapsed in turmoil.
New countries and new ideologies arose.
Unresolved tensions and a second round, 20 years later.
The dismemberment of the Ottoman Empire in the Middle East.
It shaped our current world.
16,000,000 dead
In Flanders Fields,
The poppies blow
Between the crosses
Row on row
Which mark our place.
And in the sky, the larks,
Still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amidst 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.
16,000,000 dead.
Jesus wept.