Last week we visited Tyne Cot cemetery, the biggest British war cemetery in the world. There are 11908 graves, 70% of them are like this one, for someone unknown. Written across the bottom of the headstone are the words known to God. It was an immensely powerful experience seeing row upon row of carefully tended graves knowing that for so many there was no individual who would feel responsible for them as nobody knew who was buried there. While I struggle to understand so much of what happened in the first world war I have deep admiration for those who made such sacrifices and such empathy for those who had no grave to tend and didn’t know what happened to their loved one. One estimate is that 359,150 British soldiers went missing during the war and in some way it is a comfort to read the words known to God. We also went round the In Flanders Field Museum and read stories of courage of very ordinary people who responded to the situation and whose life change forever. My life was changed a little as I faced the reality of events that happened a hundred years ago and wondered why we do not seem to learn the lessons of history.