Picture before the horrors of warfare
An Unknown Destiny
of the migrant workers, it became apparent that they are exploited by unscrupulous growers who are making huge profits from their misery.
The thousands of mainly African migrants live in squalor and are paid a pittance – well below a ‘living wage,’ so much so that one worker advised fellow Africans not to travel to Europe, as life would be worse than in their current abode.
So what is the EU doing about it? Turning a blind eye, as it helps to fill the EU’s coffers!
PETER LOVERING, Morpeth MY grandfather Joseph Willis was gassed in 1918 after he was called up to fight in World War One with the South Irish Horse, and sent home to die.
He is buried in Jesmond Cemetery in a military grave along with my grandmother.
Above is a picture of my grandfather Joseph (third from the right) with Jesmond Dene Cycle Club in 1912.
Newcastle We could hear the sound of marching
Before they came into view Hundreds of Volunteers
In their new uniforms
Rifles slung over their shoulders What a sight to see
How proud everyone was lining the streets Cheering as their loved ones marched off to war
Nearly everyone in the crowd Had a loved one in the columns Little did they know for many this would be the last time They would see their loved ones alive
Months of war turned into years Letters home stopped Replaced by the dreaded telegram Towns and Villages all across the land
Street after street were left in tears Friends and Neighbours
Were comforting each other at their loss
November 11th 1918
Could not come soon enough It came to late for Millions.