War - Ww1 - The Last Cigarette Poem by Paul Warren

War - Ww1 - The Last Cigarette



He'd been out of the line
For his Blighty leave
And had marched up
To the duckboards

But before he could
Start the last trudge forward
He needed a cigarette
So he propped on his rifle

And tried to roll one out
But his hands were shaking
So much he couldn't get it done
So he picked himself up

And went forward anyway.

© Paul Warren Poetry

Sunday, August 6, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: war,courage,poem,remembrance
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
I read this story in Patsy Adams-Smith, The ANZACs. This story was about a 1st AIF Sergeant who had been to the front before and so knew what it was all about. His nerves were shot but he still went forward with his platoon. Lest we forget.
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Paul Warren

Paul Warren

ADELAIDE, SOUTH AUSTRALIA
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