It is only as we get older that we realize the sacrifices that young men made in wartime. Boys of only seventeen called up to fight a war, no choice, they were not asked if they would like to they were told to.
Many of them suffered and died, left at home were heart broken mothers, the tears flowed ,they had lost sons they had kissed goodbye hoping to see again. Instead they received a note to tell them there son was dead and if they were lucky they got a coffin and a funeral to go to. I say they were lucky because some didnt even have a body there sons were lost forever some where. Its a long way from the freedom we have today and its thanks to them. Some boys came back blind and crippled for life, they had lost limbs and suffered terrible shell shock and nightmares, watching your friend die in agony is some thing you never forget.
Why.
They past by graves of old where young bodies lay
they went to fight a war they thought would bring
peace to one and all.
A boy just seventeen left his home to take his place
among the men. Called up and fit as he could be he stood proud
among others he would say just like me.
He missed home cooking and family life, the cosy life was gone
when the corporal did shout all did jump about.
in a hole in the ground they called a trench he did shiver and shake
and shout with fear, but who could hear as bombs blasted in his
ear.
What is it all for he asks himself as another falls to the ground, lots of pain
and death, broken hearts sadness and pain. Maimed for life physically and
mentally.
War and wealth are not the answer, if the world did pray the answer
would come one day.
tineGen
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