Exactly 100 years have passed since the start of the First World War. And, in that time, war has barely ceased on our planet. There have been brief respites - here and there a moment of peace - but, in the main, the decades since 1914 have been punctuated by conflict after bloody conflict.
Gaza reels from daily onslaught, Syrian streets are bathed in blood. In Africa, turmoil and uncertaintly sees children kidnapped, families slaughtered. This list of conflicts is endless and ongoing.
Today, war is not confined to trenches in far off fields. Today, war arrives unannounced at the front door of our neighbours' homes. It screams and flies into kitchens, it is propelled into schools, it rips through hospitals marked with a sign of peace. The orders are given, the bombs are unleashed and the children are slaughtered like cattle, beaten beneath the 'shrill demented choirs of wailing shells' that Wilfred Owen described in his war poems from the trenches - never imagining that such woeful keening would still be audible a century later.