War Memorial

I visited two war memorials today on my travels, before the afternoon from parenting hell including a trip to A & E and the AA.

However, my distressing adventures are nothing compared to the lives sacrificed, at least I have the freedom to experience and feel.
This is Part 2 of my poem from yesterday...

Trench Part 2

It was days before they moved him
And his bloodied face
I had to kick the rats off
No burial in this hellish place

I wrote a letter to mother
That he died in my loving arms
Reassure her remaining boy was safe
Before the telegram

We are pushing forward despite the casualties
Through this collapsed swamp of war
The Hun are shelling day and night
Still Haig sends in more and more

The smell is getting to me
The death, dysentery ... decay
The nights are so long and lonely now
I can barely face each new day

I take up my sentry position
And look out to no mans land
All I can see is bodies
Where once there was meadowland

The men and animals are drowning out there
I still hear the horses pitiful cry
Is this hell where I'll take my last breath?
Is this trench ... where I'll die?

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(C) E Cameron 2011

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