Those countries who were engaged in the Great War all preserve the memory of their fallen soldiers with national monuments in the Western Front area.

This led to some ill feelings in the already crowded emotions of the conflict on the island and perhaps was highlighted when Northern Ireland's Ulster Tower in Thiepval France was one of the first memorials erected.

[1] This tower memorial, however, serves not to "redress the balance" but rather to recall the sacrifices of those from the island of Ireland from all political and religious traditions who fought and died in the war.

The tower houses bronze cubicles containing record books listing the known dead, which are publicly accessible copies of the originals belonging to the National War Memorial, Islandbridge, Dublin.

The project was initiated by a member of the Irish Parliament (Dáil Éireann), Paddy Harte, who, together with a community activist, Glen Barr from Northern Ireland, established 'A Journey of Reconciliation Trust'.

Statutory and private bodies rolled in behind the project and within two years of the initiation of the JRT the Island of Ireland Peace Park and Celtic Round Tower was complete.

adding:All those untold human stories that we lost in the first World War and more recently in the conflict in Northern Ireland, must be remembered.

From this sacred shrine of remembrance, where soldiers of all nationalities, creeds and political allegiances were united in death, we appeal to all people in Ireland to help build a peaceful and tolerant society.

As we jointly thank the armistice of 11 November 1918 – when the guns fell silent along this western front - we affirm that a fitting tribute to the principles for which men and women from the Island of Ireland died in both World Wars would be permanent peace.Spent all night trying to console, aid and remove the wounded.

It was ghastly to see them lying there in the cold, cheerless outhouses, on bare stretchers with no blankets to cover their freezing limbs.As it was, the Ypres battleground just represented one gigantic slough of despond into which floundered battalions, brigades and divisions of infantry without end to be shot to pieces or drowned, until at last and with immeasurable slaughter we had gained a few miles of liquid mud.So here, while the mad guns curse overhead, and tired men sigh, with mud for couch and floor, know that we fools, now with the foolish dead, died not for Flag, nor King, nor Emperor, but for a dream born in a herdsman’s shed, and for the sacred scripture of the poor.In a matter of seconds, a hissing and shrieking pandemonium broke loose.