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In Memory of my Great Grandfather William Henry Broadhurst, Served at Gallipoli with the 1st Battalion Lancashire Fusiliers, on W Beach in May 1915, he returned to England and in 1918 was sent to the Somme, he was wounded and captured, he died of his wounds on 20 April 1918
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Gallipoli
Gallipoli
by Robert J (Bob) Moore
They came together across the sea,
to this place they called Gallipoli
all walks of life, class and creed,
all they knew, there was a need
From far and near, they heard the call,
did not know, so many would fall
they knew a job needed to be done,
and they would do it, each mothers son
For many it was a chance to roam,
did not think some, would not come home
they’d see the world, and make their name
and as a hero, come home again
That April morn was cold and grey,
the enemy did not run away
he stayed to fight for his homeland,
and to the last man, make his stand
Friends were falling as the bullets flew,
have to keep moving, nothing more I can do
find some shelter, then look around
but nowhere to hide, on this cold ground
So now it ends, so far away
from home, and friends, and normal day
I wonder in future, the years to come
will they think of us, and what we have done
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Lest We Forget
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