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Names On Stone

Who leaves faces remembered burned inside With names of dead friends that come in a swarm Always weary as they have already died These band of brothers faced the darkest storm Nights of forever with a fear they'd dread Smeared by the rain with the guts and the mud To track footprints on the backs of the dead As death's stench flowed rapidly from warmblood When soldiers fought in a war's hellish dream When bullets rushed towards killing whoever Their endless fear of time and body's scream To find there's nothing after forever These heroes honored are those that death claimed Etched in marble graveyards most have been named 12/15/17

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Date: 12/25/2017 9:34:00 PM
Very vivid depiction, Frederic. "Most have been named" - and yet so many have not and lie in unmarked graves.
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Date: 12/24/2017 6:51:00 AM
War’s romance, the terror of the night. Congrats on a fine win, Frederic!
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Date: 12/22/2017 10:14:00 PM
Congrats on your win, Frederic.
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Date: 12/22/2017 10:01:00 PM
Congratulations on your win with this hard hitting pen Frederick. xomo
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Date: 12/22/2017 9:49:00 PM
You've painted a heart-wrenching, realistic picture, Frederic. Congrats on your win. Janice
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Date: 12/22/2017 5:50:00 PM
Vivid imagery and pain that haunts all who served in such times. Thanks for participating in the contest Frederic
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Date: 12/22/2017 4:49:00 PM
Such a descriptive sad sonnet Frederic - I have visited a war graves cemetery and the graves stretched as far as the eye could see:-( hugs Jan xx
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Date: 12/17/2017 7:57:00 AM
Another great sonnet my friend..
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Date: 12/16/2017 7:43:00 PM
wow, this is incredible and so sad, Frederic. I pray they have found a better place than the hell of war they were forced to endure.
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Date: 12/16/2017 10:55:00 AM
How sad, dear Frederic. War leaves scars for the living. The dead have found peace. Having lived through war, I know that psychological scars remain. Very great piece of remembrance.
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Date: 12/15/2017 7:04:00 PM
Your poem brought out the sadness of war and losing a fellow soldier but there lies a question. Does death really last forever.
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Frederic Parker
Date: 12/16/2017 10:39:00 AM
a good question, to them their battle seemed forever

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