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.




Poetry by penfold18
Read 687 times
Written on 2005-12-14 at 15:39

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