A voice of one still laying in no mans-land. My paternal grandfather was with the 1st Lancashire Fusileers. He'd survived Gallipoli. He survived - the Somme! He survived Passchendaele - has did his three brothers! After The War - survivors! Not vets!


JULY THE FIRST 1916

Stood in the trench
Last artillery shell fired
Five days and nights
The artillery had fired
None stop - fore days
Fore fiveive days a million shells fired
Now silence - only the sound
Of bird song - filled the air

Me - pals and me - talk telling jokes
some silant
Now the guns silent - now at long last
Last cigarets lit - smoked - tabs - eased
Our nerves - some - an issue of rum to take our minds of what were to come
We'd known each other all our life's

We all lived- in - to back to back terraces - houses
Zink baths hung on brick walls in the yard from nails
Out side privy - bog paper - old news papers torn into handy squares
Fore convenience sake
Hung nails ready fore use
Mum - dad - seven children - two bedrooms - not unusual
Terrace - two up two down rooms - kitchen - no bathrooms - old zink barth - did Us fore us all
Ramsgate - sands - highlight of the hot summer weekend
We'd all go - all those of the local cobbled streets - go together in mace
Just fore the day - clamber aboard trains - buses - to the seaside
To the sands - we'd all go! Together!

Then war broke out 1914 - the country - our country at war!
The call went out fore us to join up - join the ranks
Some did - so oh so many did - so naive - so innocent of the ways of war
Posters on the walls - appeared - Kitchners - face - your country needs you
We - found our self's in khaki - uniforms
All ages - some to old - others - to young - underage

We worked together - lived in the same streets together - trained together
wed each others sites - and our best to try to enjoy others sisters behind the gas works!
When to chapel - church - together - yes got drunk together - plaids games
Football - rugby - cricket - together
And all to soon - we'd - be dieing - together
Now we stood in a trench together - watches - ticking the seconds away
Now 7 25 A M - 7 30 - zero hour - that five minuets - were to be - the last five
Minetes - we had left to live - life - death - counted - down - by the death rattle
Of bullets!
Last orders given - '' fix bayonets '' - '' just walk - rifles at the slope ''
Now - it goner be a walk in the park - no Hun - goner survive all them shells!
Last of the rum handed out - even most temperance lads - paid up members
Took a drink of old army rum!
The lads - queued - at the ladders - shook hands wished each other luck
'' See you in Berlin - pal! '' Officers blew their whistles - up we went up and out
In too NO MANS LAND!

It were quiet - then hell all broke loose - rat a tat - of machen guns - crack of rifles
Men began to fall - some gave out grunts - shout's ' I've been hit , pal ''
'' HELP ME '' fore - fook sake help me '' none could help - staying a live
We had strict orders to obey orders! Anyway!
The main game - then
Pals - ether side of me fell - hit - by machen-guns - how - why I were not hit - just
lucky - I guess
Lad in front - I saw his brains come out - the back of his head - saw the bullet - That hit him - blood - so Much blood - bits of brain - saw another - sat - looking
Down in to his lap - at his guts - spieling out - in to hands - he look up - at - me
Then back down - funny - steam - came from his - spilled - guts
Saw - lads - legs cut off at the knees - some at the ankles - men cut in half - legs still moveing - arms - as if trying - to get bake up - to get the legs back - reattach - heads - freed from bodys - one head - seconds after leaving our trenches
Still had tab end - between the lips - smoke - from cleave neck came - escaped
Heads - disintegrating - in to mist of blood - brain gray tissue
Body's - body parts - littered the ground - arms - legs - torsos - harts - still beating
Eyes - staring - no longer - seeing - unblinking - eyes - hands - shot off - fingers
Opening - closing - as if trying to close around their rifle - that a minuet or so ago That hand at once held
Screams of the dieing - wounded - replaced - the bird song of that first of July 1916
The site was to much - I vomited - up the army rum - I'd - had manged - breakfast - bully beef - a tin mug of tea - it all came up
Doubled over throw up - doing that saved me life at least fore that momant
Just as I did - a machen-gun picked me out - ripping me backpack to shreds
I got me second win - picked up , me rifle - on I went - alone it felt - weren't many left
of us - that I could see!

Uncut wire - it's barbs - held us up - fooking artillery - supposed to of cut the fooking wire! Like fook they had!
Men hung - from the wire - shot to shreds of flesh and splinted - bone
I felt a sudden pain - in my shins - I fell down - I cred - out fore some one to help me - none came!
None came to my aid - my pleading - begging - a voice - just one among many that July morning

My blood - my life blood - seeped out - my life blood - ebbs - out - out in to the churned up soil
It took me hours to finally die - I died with so many others - many of us - have no Grave - we lay where we died! Time to time - some us are found - our bones that is. I see them - time to time - we wave to each other. At least they will have graves - some even are given back their names - only a very few - at that - : Known unto Go ' their grave marker says! What a con that is , I saw no God that July day , saw the devils work - I saw hell! Heaven , well , I never saw that! Neither did my pals that - day!
I've - been hear a hundred years now - and still cant work out why. I have tried - hear to recall - the times before - I ended up hear. What happened - to me and me pals - it's confusing - as you can tell. Maybe in another hundred years - it will make some kind of sense! Oh Ramsgate - sands - how I miss you so!

I were just eighteen!

ken d williams

The Dyslexic Wordsmith


The Somme - a serous number of battles - but really , the same battle. Started July the 1st - till the 18th of November - 141 days. Advance - a mater of 2 - 3 miles. Cost in lifes - 1.5 . The British and Empire - not far short 20,000 dead. Over 40,000 , wounded , the first day of the battle. The above story-poem , is a story of just one of the thousands who died , to lay in no mans land , never to have a grave , or grave stone. He like many , shot down , to lay all day , and night , bleeding to death. With the sound of those like he , screaming - whimpering , calling out for help , and to their mothers , as they died.





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Written on 2016-07-01 at 12:09

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Kathy Lockhart
I've just read this again, Ken. I am near tears. You are gifted in writing these stories because you feel them. It's as though you are living them. You hold these spirits of the soldiers inside you. You are their voice. My heart is hurting so for this one you have spoken for. To me he is very, very real. He is my brother, my father, my son. He could have been someone I loved. I know he was loved by someone and he loved. This is heartbreaking and true no matter if it is fictional or real it happened. Thank you for writing this and sharing it here. What a privilege for me to be able to read such an amazing piece.
2016-07-09


Kathy Lockhart
Such a purely perfect telling in a style that moves this reader to so many deeply felt emotions for those living, sacrificing, healing, fighting, and dying during the Great War. You are gifted in relaying these stories as they should be told. :) kathy
2016-07-01