One of my grandfather's was captured and spent over a year in a German prisoner of war camp during WW1. He spoke movingly about that war, he stressed to me that his captors "were lads, just like us, no they didn't steal the Red Cross parcels, they could have but we shared them. Towards the end we boiled grass and cooked rat together, they'd nowt and neither had we". He also expressed pride that "your generation wouldn't just march off to war as we did. We knew so little, the Germans had their Keiser, we had Kitchener - our country needed us the German lads and our lads all believed that. It was a while for us to realise it should never have happened". My other grandfather (also aged 19) was selected to follow the fighting and try and identify the dead bodies.
My father told us he was lucky to miss all the fighting, wherever he arrived, it was over. Only after he died did we find letters from one of his Marine friend's sons talking about his father's action along with our father in hand to hand fighting. None of my relatives glorified war. My father was incensed by the invasion of Iraq, which he and all his pals saw as an illegal war, they shared the view that Blair should have been prosecuted as several Nazi's were at the Nuremberg trials.
The poets who emerged during WW1 have left a legacy that can't be forgotten, neither should we forget the thousands of young men killed in that awful war. That's the point of Remembrance Day, it isn't to glorify, its to commemorate and remind us, less we forget.
Sorry for this preachy post - I loved my grandparents and my father and credit them with helping me grow up and reminding me what prejudice is.