they never leave you
the screams of brothers in arms
they never leave you
their bloody tortured bodies
in fields of blood and mud
nor hedgerow thorn ripped guts
where swollen bodies burst and stink
beside tank track flattened souls
eyes that stare in deaths peril
or the blood on your hands
but today they ask us to dress
to stand tall in memory
and show to you medals
our brothers won for you
paying dearly with their lives
stand tall and never forget
the unforgettable
sarcastically acknowledge
their hope for a world peace
which never comes
stand tall, for once we were
young and fit and able bodied
we, the survivors
your token that we won
only to watch society move along
no, they never leave you
though sat in an easy chair of age
custard creams and teacups
blazers and medals but
torn bodies lie screaming
in my mind
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- Comment from author about the poem: Remembrance Sunday again. With due respect given. What lessons have been learned? Here i post, slightly altered a piece from earlier this year. I tried to place myself in the mind of a survivor of infantry combat. The sights, sounds, smells and wounds these heroes carry.
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Poignant and approprite - fine write this un.
Thank you for your wonderful tribute this Remembrance Sunday.
Keep writing ✍ and safe duskarising during these challenging times.
FineB
A sensitive write dusk.
... sadly and ever so, this my friend is perfect ..
and I would urge you to resurrect and display every year henceforth
... Serious respect
Neville
The truth of these lines are shown in every old face who went there, did that and came back - leaving other dying cries for help alive in every survivor's mind to fester forever. -.... a most moving read for this special time of remembrance my friend.
So many of my family and friends' veteran fathers and uncles and grandpas never wore their medals, didn't join vet organizations. You often learned of their heroism and sacrifice only when they died. My dad considered the glorification of veterans a hollow act of nostalgia and virtue signaling. But you could tell he never forgot his fellows himself, and quietly attended a few unit reunions only in old age.
Very, very true and poignant words d a.
The people that I have spoken to in the past about there times in the wars, just would not talk about it, it was so distressing for them to remember.
WE WILL REMENBER THEM.
Andy
'stand tall and never forget
the unforgettable
sarcastically acknowledge
their hope for a world peace
which never comes'
'we, the survivors
your token that we won
only to watch society move along'
'though sat in an easy chair of age
custard creams and teacups
blazers and medals but
torn bodies lie screaming
in my mind'
a Brilliant and worthy dedication, full of poignant detail, unquestionable tenderness and heartfelt pride!
Its almost as if you have been in Combat dusk arising. Because either you have or you have an extreme insight that most don't have. Just Saying Don
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