Pic­ture be­fore the hor­rors of war­fare

An Un­known Destiny

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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.


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