In Ormiston a shadowy figure is a reminder of those who never returned to their own door just as many since, and now, have not returned home due to conflicts and wars. 
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.


The backblips are now completed.