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under a Turkish sun

a boys own adventure has now begun
on a beach blazed under a Turkish sun
we`re here to take land from the evil Hun
and are told we are doing this for everyone

orders were given from the mother home
without question we followed this master plan
to the bitter end we do not stray or roam
for we have virtue, honor, are not statues or stone

my heart thumped when eyeing the coasts first outline     
now`s not the time to say your final goodbye s         
from a boy to a man my life changed in no time 
life is so precise no-one can say not, or deny                                       

across the grey sand I did toil
as bullets rained from a cliff top hide
I raced across a blood stained soil
letting bravery; be my one true guide

we lived in trenches dank and bitterly cold
and stayed firm, in this muddy stranglehold
the muck daily grew to such amounts as tenfold
it became a daily battle, to fight off the dreaded mould

when the whistle blew it was run, run, run
for life is too precious for your time to come
someone called out "they shoot to kill not to stun"
 and "remember to them you`re just a pun"

death kept raining down from up in their hide
my mate got shot and in my arms he bloody died
letting courage and bravery be my one true guide
for this is not a place to curl up, and cry

 we need to keep our mates trusty by our side
so we stand tall, show them our one true pride
we can`t let the Hun conquer or divide
to let the utopian dream become a dirty lie

the months went by from wet to dry
to the last breath we would battle on, to deny
but we were quickly using our bullet supply
while some prayed te gods, in heavens sky

 a lonely old tree sits on a hilltop so high 
it became a symbol, for freedoms life 
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on this day April 25
we remember the young lives that quickly ran by
while giving us their ultimate; sacrifice

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