Last Of The Last - Poem by Tracy WatsonBrown
His name was Claude Stanley Choules.
He was a living testimony
He saw it all
Scuppered the fable of war to end all wars,
The myth of peace.
Refused to celebrate.
Refused to remember once a year,
Preferring to remember every day
Lest he forget.
'As others passed away,
history closed in on him'
Claude Stanley- sleep restfully.
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