For Frederick Le Poidevin,
my Paternal Grandfather,
one of the few to return from the Great War,
"The war to end all wars"
.
Today I feel so raw
I hate any fucking war
100 years ago today
So many men died
.
Left in the mud
In a field far from home
Loved ones not there
Not able to mourn
.
Alone and afraid
Bleeding and cold
Never to grow old
Struck down in their prime
So many never to reurn
.
What thoughts in their heads
The whistle blows
And over the top
They rushed en masse
Into the teeth of hell
.
Barbed wire tearing flesh
Bombs ripping them apart
Bullets screaming through the air
Thudding into men
Shredding organ and bone
.
Strewn on the ground in pieces
Like offal on a slaughterhouse floor
No longer human
Just gobbets of meat
Lying on the sodden ground
.
So few came home
And those that did
Would never forget
The sights and smells
The noise, the terror
.
The nightmares remained
With them all their lives
For those men back home
The war never ended
Replayed in their heads
.
Unbidden the horros
Recalled without warning
Breaking their souls
Countless times again
And again down the years
.
Unable to forget . . . . Lest we forget
.
WATCH this video
So very true and sad
ReplyDeleteI grieve everyday now for all the fighting wars and dying.You would think that we would have learned by now but no. It is a double dose of sadness and worry. All I can do is send my regards out into the world and care for the ones I can.
So very true and sad
ReplyDeleteI grieve everyday now for all the fighting wars and dying.You would think that we would have learned by now but no. It is a double dose of sadness and worry. All I can do is send my regards out into the world and care for the ones I can.