Shells of Alamein Lest We Forget War
Lest we forget
When the Shelling
And the Din of gunfire
Finally stopped
His mind was shot
A hollow broken shell
Stood
Crooked in the corner of some foreign land
Every boy and man befell unto
Inspite of class or rank
Come 1,
Come all
To walk the plank
Into no mans land
Gods hands
As the marching band grew silenced
Drowned out by the violence
Of brethren slain,
Into the Dunes of Alamein
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