I've quietly been taking in the various stories, commemorations and musings formed up for the centenary of the Great War. Some good, some not so good; probably all very well intentioned. Here's a piece scavenged from the BBC about AG from Glasgow, describing his life and death. I think it's an interesting story and his work is impressive. The final poem is a belter:
(and in more modern English)
I hear the piper blow,
With my own eyes I saw,
What you can never know,
For I was fated to die who followed.