THERE I WAS
THERE
I WAS, DRUNK WITH FATIGUE,
BLISTERS EVERYWHERE WITH NO GUN ROOM TO SPARE.
A BULLIT AT SPEED, HAS NO INTEGRITY TO SUCCEED.
THERE
I WAS STANDING WITHOUT A BIRD IN SIGHT,
BUT ALL ARTILLERY SHELLS HAVING A FLIGHT.
THERE
I WAS, PUT TO THE GROUND,
BUT ALL I COULD HEAR WAS NO SOUND.
BLISTERS EVERYWHERE WITH NO GUN ROOM TO SPARE.
A BULLIT AT SPEED, HAS NO INTEGRITY TO SUCCEED.
BUT ALL ARTILLERY SHELLS HAVING A FLIGHT.
BUT ALL I COULD HEAR WAS NO SOUND.
By
Jamie Gibbs
I AM A SOLDIER
I AM
A SOLDIER, FIGHTING FOR MY COUNTRY
I’M
TERRIFIED, TO PUT IT BLUNTLY.
I
SOON LEARNED AND ACCEPTED MY FATE;
I
WAS GOING TO DIE AND BE LEFT IN A CRATE
SO
PLEASE DO ONE THING FOR ME,
TO
MAKE THIS EASIER FOR MY FAMILY.
PUT
MY MEDALS ON MY CHEST
AND
TELL THEM ALL I DID MY BEST
TELL
THEM ALL NOT TO CRY, FOR I AM A SOLDIER
AND
BORN TO DIE.
By
William Brunning
WAS IT WORTH IT?
I
LOOK UPON THE FIELD OF THE SOMME,
AND
THE SCARS OF MANY A WRATHFUL BOMB.
I
STOP AND TAKE A BRREATH,
STRUCK
BY THE SCALE OF DEATH.
WAS
IT WORTH IT?
YOUNG
MEN, EAGER TO ENLIST,
OBLIVIOUS
TO HOW MUCH THEY WOULD BE MISSED.
THEY
WERE CUT DOWN, NO MATTER HOW BRAVE,
ALL
THEY ARE NOW IS A NAME ON A GRAVE.
WAS
IT WORTH IT?
By
Duncan Eglinton
MUD
HOBBLING
THROUGH SLUDGE, THE MEN THEY CAME
SOME
PARALISED AND MANY WERE LAME.
NOT
WANTING TO REMEMBER THE TERRIBLE DAYS WHERE THEY LEFT ALL THEIR FRIENDS IN THE
MUD AND DECAY.
AT
THE START, THE MEN SIGNED UP READY FOR A THRILL,
NOT
KNOWING THAT THEY HAD BEEN SENT OUT TO THE KILL.
COLD
BLOODED MURDER BEFORE YOUR VERY EYES,
FIGHTING
LIKE JUST SUICIDE.
DULCE ET DECORUM EST
WHOEVER
KNEW THERE WOULD BE SUCH A MESS
PRO PATRIA MORI
WHAT
A TERRIBLE STORY.
SO
TRY TO IMAGINE GOING OVER THE TOP
WOULD
YOU ENCOURAGE WAR OR IMPLORE IT TO STOP?
By
Jack Parrott