Memories Are Immortal

We are all equal, though they say you lad who do they think they are they're not my dad, on battle fields we live or die the same fight for king and country that's why we came being just fifteen makes no difference able to shoot and fight only makes sense, hungry, cold, lousy, I write a letter to my mother, try not to upset her, I do not record horror of warfare or how my superiors do not care, fix bayonets, our Sergeant yelled out loud heard a whistle blow so followed the crowd, those big tough men dropped down lifeless, like flies sounds so loud though can not drown out their cries, then shell carrying my number 7 sending me from this hell straight to heaven, to the memorial now mother goes to read my name, so much sorrow she shows, she now knows the truth warfare is awful Don't forget memories are immortal. 24/02/2017.