Sometimes I'm pretty I think that what is wrong with me that the climb in places and situations, which I already know that they do not like me. As a self-trial, that I wonder if I still do not like or has changed. However, it is one thing, which I know that it is against the grain, so to me that I might even end tag. Yes, I'm a pacifist. I can not take any weapon, can not find a sufficient excuse for any war, and in my ideal world would indeed be peace in the world. And I believe that it is also one of the reasons why I can not stand politicians and policies. All too often leads to recklessness, lauslollus, arrogance, lack of interest, etc. swank war. But the second time ...
This time, it climbed

museum is really well set up. You get one entry card Ypres'i participated in the battle, or affected by person named in three different machines and then you get this card scanning them know that person's story before the war, during the war and after the war. I was a Marie Curie. First I really do not even know it was a famous physicist and Ypres'is. Indeed, he opened with his sister near Ypres'i Hospital, where the Allied troops during the war treatment. He also brought here for his röntgeniaparaadid which they worked in their Hospital. Expositions are powerful, and really talk about anything that was related to Ypres'i battles. Kaevikusõjast gaasirünnakuteni, kaevikukunstini prisoners of war. The impression is that most of the time I was walking around the museum all the chicken skin. Much is also used in audio-video equipment, which amplifies further impressions. And they are not exactly your typical displays of letters, maps, weapons variety, but all the chaos and horror have been used to convey all kinds of different shots. Thus, for example, gas masks were placed in large glass pillars, then every once in a while where the green gas in the cargo. Boys was spotted fighting through a loudspeaker for many different languages, to convey the landscape was not only black and white photographs but also the mock-ups. Let's just say that it is impossible to get out of the museum for its impact on the fighting and feel like you've gone through the war. Very well put together and well worth the journey through the museum in the quiet village of Flanders Road.

In Flanders Fields
By: Lieutenant Colonel John McCrae, MD (1872-1918)
Canadian Army
By: Lieutenant Colonel John McCrae, MD (1872-1918)
Canadian Army
In Flanders Fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.
We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.
Take up our quarrel with the Foe:
to you from Failing hands we throw
The torch, be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, imagined poppies Grow
In Flanders Fields.
to you from Failing hands we throw
The torch, be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, imagined poppies Grow
In Flanders Fields.
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