World War 1
When they joined sone were sixteen
In the war of 1914 to 18
They were young and gave their life
Some not even able to get a wife
They all joined for what was right
Freedom and humanity being their fight
Their basic training was not very long
Thier bayonets were at least a footlong
They were trained hard and taught how to fight
Told they would live if they got it right
But this was false and the war went on
Mustard gas and tanks came along
Over the top when that whistle blew
What layed ahead no one knew
Wire entanglements and craters smoke all around
Explosions, gunfire and shouts of help the sound
Keep moving forward as best they could
Step over the wire and the burning wood
Pinned down by the enemy by that gun
Thinking of home that this is not fun
Sat in thier foxhole looking for a way out
Rounds whizzing past hear another shout
Grenade is the call and then a large bang
Then you hear metal on metal clang
Gas is the next thing they hear shout
Quick quick pull that mask out
As the smoke goes over they lay and wait
Constantly checking on their mate
All clear all clear is now the order given
Their still here and are really driven
Back to the their trench they have to go
Stepping over bodies of friends and foe
This goes on until 1918
The eyes give away some sights they have seen
That spritely young man who went away
Not the same man who came back that day
Alas there are none of these hero's left
Families still sad and feeling bereft
Remember these men and others who follow
Without them we would have no tomorrow.
Copyright © Gordon Alexander | Year Posted 2017
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