WAR War is bloody dirty and muddy. Why does war exist? why did we create the blitz? God created all the peace, then we came and made it cease. The bullets from guns raid the sky, and when they hit people, they begin to die. I hear screams, and people cry, because they really want to try... To bring back all the peace again, bring back all the dead again, stop all wars from growing again, and bring back all our hopes... again. Poem by Rhys Samuel, aged 10. Armistice day, November 11th 2003