People these days don't talk about death. They never do, because it is something that may not be the end. They shut it out of their mind, and look back to the "good old days". People tell you that your children will look back on this year as the good old days, but I am not so sure. Before 1914 the world was a happy place. When war was declared, there was cheering in the streets. Home before Christmas, they said. And those queueing to enrol were smiling, grinning. But how wrong they were! Four years later, the war was still carrying on, a bloody massacre of millions - and any victory in the war could only have been pyrrhic.

Life in 1914 was quiet, and everybody expected 1915 to be just another year of life. Babies would be born, loving couples would marry, old men would die. Then, quite suddenly, the war came...... Men were called away, some never to return. Fewer children grew up, the couples could not marry because the man was away, and instead of the old, young men were dying. No, not dying, they were being killed. They were seeing others killed, and killing others who, like them, may not even have known what cause they were supporting in the war.

After the war, life returned to normal. That is a lie. Life could never be the same again afterwards. All trust between countries was lost, all trust between people was lost. The carefree world of 1914 had gone forever. No more could you be sure that next year would be the follow up to this year. No more was the future to be a copy of the present.

To you, I say "beware". It is now 1979. In 1980, we could be in a similar situation. Nothing changes, there is nothing new under the sun. What has happened before will happen again. You cannot guarantee any aspect of your life. The next war may come tonight while I speak to you - or it may, god willing, be a hundred or more years away.