BEF ~ British Expeditionary Force

Schlieffen ~ Field Marshal Von, his plan was to avoid fighting both the French and Russians at the same time, France would be attacked first, as he believed the Russians could not mobilize for at least 6 weeks, enough time to defeat the French.

Salient ~ Flat piece of land, as far as the eye can see.

Haig ~ General Sir Douglas

After the 3rd Ypres also known as “Butcher Haig”. Became Commander in Chief (C-in-C) of the BEF in December 1915

Von Falkenhayn ~ General Erich

Chief of staff - German Army September 1914, a biographer dubbed him “the lonely general”, and his hard face and punishing lifestyle testified to a single minded strength of purpose.

Plumer ~ Field Marshal Viscount of Messines

Known as “Daddy” by his men due to his temperament and the way he looked after his men, Corps Commander of the 2nd Army, took his title from his victory at Messines




Hindenburg Line ~ This is the line/ trenches that stretched from the Belgium coast to Switzerland.

CWGC ~ Commonwealth War Graves Commission.

Established by Royal Charter, they undertake to care and maintain all of the Commonwealth War Graves, done so caringly by dedicated personnel.

Please sign the visitors book at each memorial as this helps to convince the Government that people still care and that funding should continue.

Further Details ~ visit the CWGC web site

Tommy Trench tours


Follow the links for D.I.Y Battlefield Tours

Maps & Guides give’s you info to help along the way.

Battlefields - Maps & locations.

Great War Links - other sites dedicated to WW1 & 2


In Flanders fields the poppies blow,  between the crosses, row on row, that mark our place; and in the sky the larks, still singing, fly - scarce heard amid the guns below.  we are the dead. Short days ago we lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow, Loved, and were loved, and now we lie - in Flanders fields.  Take up our quarrel with the foe; To you from failing hands we throw the torch, be yours to hold it high.  If ye break faith with us who die, we shall not sleep, though poppies grow..... In Flanders fields....