War's End

Event
Monday, November 11, 1918
Haig poppy
A Haig Poppy from the early 1920s.

A Soldier's Grave

Then in the lull of midnight, gentle arms
Lifted him slowly down the slopes of death
Lest he should hear again the mad alarms
Of battle, dying moans, and painful breath.

And where the earth was soft for flowers we made
A grave for him that he might better rest.
So, Spring shall come and leave it seet arrayed,
And there the lark shall turn her dewy nest.

by Francis Ledwidge.

To discover where our antecedent Regiments were at War's End please click on:

The Royal Inniskilling Fusiliers

The Royal Irish Rifles

The Royal Irish Fusiliers

The London Irish Rifles