WAR CRY.

Fay Slimm.

 

 

War Cry.


Fortune or choice deemed as soldiers brave lads,
who from some woman's 
love went willingly blind into war.
Regard for orders meant coping with raucous 
battleground noise 
no quiet youngster encountered before.

 


Taught self respect as important first-need still 
wet behind ears boys
wore their badge with uniformed pride.
Esteem left ranks when hell-stained shell shock  
saw gunned youth stumble,
as zeal keeled over and myriads died.

 

Many were mothers or sweethearts lamenting
the smiling good-byes 
female hands of devotion had waved.    
Into inferno their willing lads eagerly walked 
to meet burnt fields that 
caught and never returned them again.

 

May we remember lest we forget.

  • Author: Fay Slimm. (Offline Offline)
  • Published: November 9th, 2018 03:33
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  • dusk arising

    Lest we should ever forget. A lovely tribute to the war fallen Fay.

    I find this period of rememberance very moving every year. There but for the grace of god go I.

    • Fay Slimm.

      Yes indeed this period of remembrance touches every feeling heart my friend. We must not forget the sacrifice made back there. Thanks so much for the comment.

      • dusk arising

        i tried to view remembrance a little differently in my piece today 'a lie became noble' where a 16 yr old lies about his age to join up. Even though i penned it, it moves me to tears re-reading it. Every one of those deaths a story untold.

      • Goldfinch60

        “Lest we forget.”

      • Michael Edwards

        May we indeed - they did it for our liberty and independence - such a sacrifice to pay.

      • orchidee

        A fine write and tribute Fay.

      • Christina8

        A very good and sweet tribute to the fallen.

      • Lorna

        Beautiful tribute Fay...... I had a great uncle "Alec" who was gassed and had to live in a tent when he got home in order to breath properly.... he died soon after returning - he was very young and has a haunting and gentle face (his photos). Over and over again young men go off thinking it's a great adventure.

      • Neville

        a very timely post indeed, emotionally charged and ragged and real capturing the very essence of that saddest of affairs, that which we call war..... I wholeheartedly agree, we must never forget..... fine words Fay.. N



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