The 31 July 1917 started the battle of Paschendaele, also known as the third battle of Ypres. It was fought for the village of Paschendale, which is the more mordern spelling of the country. The plan was to drive a hole in the German lines and advance to the Belgian coast and capture the German submarine bases there. But nothing went the way it was planned. The land on which the battle took place was very swampy even without rain. The extremely heavy preparatory bombardment by the British tore up the surface of the land, and heavy rain produced an impassable terrain of deep \"liquid mud\", in which an unknown number of soldiers drowned.
The town of Paschendale was finally taken by the Canadian forces, but the combined casualties of the allies was almost a quater of a million men, with about the same number of men lost by the Germans.



Now I\'m going to tell you a true story about a soldier of the British army. He laid low in a blood filled trench. He was placed there to kill until his very own death. On his face he could feel the falling rain, and he realized that he\'ll never see his friends and family again. He couldn\'t see a thing, the smoke and fog became thicker and thicker. He smelled the fear and felt the dread as he stand in line with the gun ready in his hand. Nervous he waited for the whistle to blow, soon it will be time to go over the wall. It\'s surley a battle no-one can win and the killing time is about to begin. He stood on the ground for the very last time, he prayed to God that he would speare his life. The sounds of guns can\'t hide their shame, It\'s time now, they\'re running straight towards cannon fire. He ran blind as he held his breath, as they charged the enemy lines. A burst of fire and they went down, he choked a cry, but no-one herd. The mustard gas is nearly as painful as to see your best friend die. He felt the blood go down his throat and he saw his friends spirits in the wind. Battlefield is nothing but a bloody tomb, he will be reunited with his dead friends soon. Lifeless bodies hanged on barbed wire, the bodies of British, their allies and enemies. The sea of death it overflows. In no mans land no-one knows who is going next, but inte to the jaws of death they all go. The sounds of guns can\'t hide their shame, blood is falling like the rain. The human heart is cruel, men kills men and hundereds has died. The troops they mourn their loss, I swear the angels most have cried... This battle is history now, will someone learn from the past?



Have you ever slowed down for a minute and thinked about all the lifes that was taken away for no good reason? All the families that lost a member and were scared for life? It\'s still going on, but why? You just say -\"Another war, so what?\". Shouldn\'t humans learn from the past? If not, why have history at all? Some say that we\'re smarter than before, but I think humans only gets stupider. Elecronics does everything for us and we prefere to stay inside. Our fysics only gets worse and almost no-one eats fresh food. Were are we going? Are someone willing to change? I know I am, and the begining to changes must start at yourselfs. And if you\'re not willing to change, the world are not going to either. Stand up and speak! Say exactlly what\'s in your mind, everyone has to know. Be strong and be the first to make a differens. Have demonsrations and make some noice. People don\'t know how they\'re going to do. Show them the way to peace, justice, love and understanding. Make everyone know your opinion!