So I have some pictures of my travels.

I wanted to focus a bit on the First World War a bit, as we are nearing
the 100th anniversary of it, and since all the vets from that time
are now gone, only the memorials are left.
This will be a very long thread, I will ask your patience, because
it will take time to get everything loaded up.
I will start with the poem by Lt-Col. John McCrae:

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, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.