Over the summer we went to a place near Madrid called El Escorial. Near by is a valley which has a basilica dedicated to the war dead of the Spanish Civil War. In reality it is the tomb of Franco and Jose Antonio it is scary but magnificent.. The whole mountain has been tunnelled out. Monastery on the other side to the Basillica. Funicular railway up to the cross you can see from the main road.. Basically it is testament to the powerful. In the end, who remembers the deaths. Who wins the propaganda war? Possibly the people who win. One son joined the armed forces Tonyp, my input was trying to persuade him not to take ' The Kings Shilling' There is a record track which says ' A heros grave is only six foot deep, not big enough for all his friends' It did not work. So much has been written about war and the poetry of the First World War haunts me. I am not against fighting but all too often it does not end well.