John F. McCullagh

Silver Star - 4,202 Points (09/28/1954 / Flushing)

August 1914 - Poem by John F. McCullagh

Your King and Country need you, men.
Kitchener, glaring in full kit.
Khaki is the color of the day
and everyone must do their bit.
A mighty Empire girds for war
yet unprepared to bleed and die.
Then bands still played patriotic airs;
We cheered them as they marched away.
Belle France's fields were soon entrenched;
protected with barbed wire fence.
A generation sent to war
will lie forever beneath those fields.
This was the cost too few foresaw
of this war to end all wars.
A cost paid many times since then;
paid in young lives by bad old men.

Topic(s) of this poem: war

Poet's Notes about The Poem

08/04/1914 Britain enters the war

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, July 24, 2014

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