Gallipoli

GALLIPOLI From the Snowy River March, they came So young and free and wild Someone’s brother…father…nephew Or a mothers only child The call was made and the lads rallied round As they vowed to fight for love of country On the shores of this foreign land And as they left the comfort of their homes For their voyage across the sea Little expectations had these boys Of what they would encounter on the sands of Gallipoli Blessed were the living that had fought their way ashore Amidst the hail of bullets and gunfire And the sickening sound of agony As through flesh this horror tore To make it to the trenches was more than the mind could bear to see the sight of bloodied, twisted bodies that writhed in agony and despair nothing had prepared these boys for the sight they did behold the stench of wounded bodies and the damp and rain and cold for those that made it home to a warm and loving embrace was of little consolation to the mates that gave their lives on the now silent blood-soaked shores of this forsaken foreign place