On the 11th Hour of the 11th Day. Taken at Bunamargy Friary in Ballycastle, Co Antrim. This is the war memorial graveyard for merchant seafarers lost in the world wars. A poignant reminder. Not all wars were fought for 'our freedom' and perhaps the greatest way to honour those who perished would be to end war. Anthem for Doomed Youth BY WILFRED OWEN What passing-bells for these who die as cattle? — Only the monstrous anger of the guns. Only the stuttering rifles' rapid rattle Can patter out their hasty orisons. No mockeries now for them; no prayers nor bells; Nor any voice of mourning save the choirs,— The shrill, demented choirs of wailing shells; And bugles calling for them from sad shires. What candles may be held to speed them all? Not in the hands of boys, but in their eyes Shall shine the holy glimmers of goodbyes. The pallor of girls' brows shall be their pall; Their flowers the tenderness of patient minds, And each slow dusk a drawing-down of blinds. #leastweforget #remembranceday #endwar #ballycastle #wargraves #niexplorer #merchantmarine #merchantnavy #visitireland #visitnorthernireland #antrim #causewaycoast #11 (at Ireland (country)) https://www.instagram.com/p/CWInyevIzZ1/?utm_medium=tumblr