It does sound like somebody is trying to peddle the revisionist idea that the World War One wasn’t senseless mass-murder on an industrial scale, and Britain of 1914 wasn’t ruled by callous and cynical elites who saw the bulk of the nation’s population as little more than expendable cannon-fodder.

Putting Kitchener on the £2 coin only serves to reminds us we’re once again led by the same in-bred upper-class donkeys responsible for the slaughter in the trenches.

Is it too late to melt down the wretched things and mint some new ones with someone like Wilfred Owen instead?

This year was different.

Back in September I went to see Fish play at the Arts Centre in Pontardawe in South Wales, on the tour promoting his new album. The centrepiece of that record is a twenty-minute song cycle entitled “The High Wood Suite”, inspired by the World War One Battle of the Somme in which both his grandfathers fought.

Fish gave a long introduction telling the inspiration behind it; his grandfather in the entrenchment division digging trenches through ground filled with the bodies torn apart by shellfire. He told the story of the Lad’s Battalions, drawn from small communities just like Pontardawe, who fought and died together, entire communities sometimes wiped out in a morning.

There was nothing heroic about this. No noble self-sacrifice for a justified cause. This, as Fish made abundantly clear, was mass murder on an industrial scale. Read this angry piece by Charlie Stross – World War One killed five percent of Britain’s adult male population, and crippled another ten percent. And French casualties were even higher.

This is what we must never forget.

I remember spending several minutes after the show staring at the war memorial right outside the venue, looking at the list of names.

I saw Fish again on the 6th of November on the final night of the tour. There were a great many poppies worn in the audience. I’lll let him have the final word: these lyrics are the closing verses of “The Leaving”, the sombre final song from The High Wood Suite.

It had to end, the armies broken
One side had lost but who had won
The ravaged land, the decimation
So hard to bear, the loss and pain

The men returned, the war was over
The bells rang out, a country cheered
Behind their eyes they stored the horrors
Behind their smiles they hid their fears

The medals and the honours were handed out
to those who served
The letters of condolences were kept
Reminding generations of the sacrifices made
The suffering and the torment
of the men most never knew,

Lest we forget

– Derek W Dick, 2013