Jacks Letters

Jack was always a happy soul, Just a shop boy with a sweetheart. When the war called men and boy Their lives were torn apart. He wrote letters to his sweetheart Saying we'll be married someday. he wrote letters to his mother And Inquired about her day he would write to his little brother telling of the horrors that he saw. And of how the bloody fighting wasn’t the only killer in that war. Taking boys as young as fourteen, hunger and disease had played a part. While loved ones filled with sorrow, Had died with a broken heart. Then came the fateful day his loved ones had lived to dread. All of the letters they had sent, come back unopened and unread. MIA they wrote his heartbroken family their kin was lost to war. They never found his body, Coming home, he never saw. A young man of just nineteen, They had named him jack. They lent him to the army, And never got him back!