Colin Ian Jeffery

Freshman - 916 Points (20th May 1942 / Caterham)

Go Tell The Sergeant Major - Poem by Colin Ian Jeffery

(Soldier’s lament, France, World War One)

Go tell the sergeant major
Private Jones is dead
Lying in the mud with all his mates
Shot down in no man’s land
And hanging on the wire.

Go tell the sergeant major
The brigade’s all dead
Machine-gunned walking in the open
Ordered by the General not to run.

Go tell the sergeant major
Safe back home in England
Parading raw recruits
Fresh fodder for the killing grounds
They each need a coffin when they come.

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Topic(s) of this poem: warfare

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Poem Submitted: Friday, July 20, 2012

Poem Edited: Thursday, November 12, 2015

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