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This was once a sea of mud
Where thousands bled! 
Before it reverted to!
A field of Flanders Poppy Red.

Do lines of ghostly squaddies! 
Plough through ethereal mire! 
In an endless quest to! 
Charge the enemy barbed wire.
Do Mill Bombs explode!
As machine guns bark! 
Sending many of the brave! 
Into death's final dark.

How many bodies sank
Into that glutinous paste
Just futile victims of 
A futile war's waste.

Do those shades fight bravely
Or do they fight with despair
 Knowing it was sheer folly
That they were ever there.
 The Flanders Poppy thrives
It's vivid scarlet red
An enduring tribute to those 
Many brave but wasted dead.

And the massed white tombstones
In their precise lines and ranks
Are tended with love and care 
In sincere but inadequate thanks

17 October 1916 the Battle of The Somme enterd its 109th day and had 32 more to run.  It lasted 141 day in total.  It saw the first use of the tank in battle, and extensive use of air power.
Casualties: British and Empire: 420,000,  French: 200,000, German: between 434,000 and 500,000.
It was classed as “inconclusive.”
100 Years On I feel like crying/

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