All Hero's On The Day. Poem by Graham Jones
All Hero's On The Day.
Oh to be in england
To sip sweet draughts of beer
Instead I am on foreign soil
Why did I volunteer?
Huddled in the mud and wet
My greatcoat smells of mould
No acts of valour pass my mind
A friend lays nearby cold
I clutch my rifle to my chest
As shells scream overhead
My hands shake uncontrollably
My mind is filled with dread
Duty calls, must do my bit
Just words so long ago
This nightmare now upon us
Await the whistle blow
And then it comes, we all react
As one into the fray
Charging down the jaws of death
All hero's on the day
Blood and water mix as one
On a landscape made in hell
And only those to survive the day
A story yet to tell
Comrades names, now etched in stone
A memory to the slain
Please God our children live in peace
They did not die in vain.
I remember this one Graham, a wonderful write, so moving and so much expression in it. Lovely but sad too. Love Ernestine XXX
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4/26/2024 5:24:56 AM # 1.0.0.1119
I appreciate the bravary of all those willing to fight their country. But it is about time we abolished the whole concept of the military. All it does is cause death and allow governments to take control. People think that they are doing their country a service by applying for the military, but they are not, they're just helping thte elites manipulate the world for their own benefit.