![]() ![]() That there’s some corner of a foreign field Those Innocents ordered straight into harms way.Ĭhrist, why was that ever considered to beĪ fair contest? T’was madness and none disagree. To a death that was certain as bullets would slay Where a soldier on foot would cross a mud patch What contest deemed fair would plan such a match? Were the leaders perplexed suffered intake of breath? T’was a war that was numb to a phalanx of death Meet machine-guns a-blazing reap carnage insane. Where opponents attack with such focused disdain To march men with rifles to engage such a fight What mind in command could consider it right To a slaughter so vile in the killing zone. Our troops line to die when the whistle is blown, With the rage of the battle and the palpable fear. The front line can make courage soon disappear Where their life’s in the balance, poised in fates hand. Poem 5: T’was Madness by Peter Atkinsonĭeep in the trenches and stenches they stand ![]() London, England – November 9, 2012: This Army Reserve Staff Sargent lays a wreath at the War Memorial at Euston Railway Station. In the hot fray swallowed and some magnificence Poem 4: We Shall Keep the Faith by Moira Michael Was battle to us men were enduring there suchĪnd such things, in wire tangled, to shatters blown.Ĭourage kept, but ready to vanish at first touch.įear, but just held. No flame we saw, the noise and the dread alone I in the line, I should not fail, but take recoverįrom others courage, and not as coward be known. Of Heaven to earth and the thudding was illness own.īut still a hope I kept that were we there going over Hung between height and depth of the ugly fall On the gray slopes there, where Winter in sullen brooding Suddenly into the still air burst thuddingĪnd thudding and cold fear possessed me all, ![]()
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