Warmen Poems - Poems about Warmen

Most wars are fought by the military with the starter pistol fired by politicians, then soldiers are sent out to kill each other to fulfill some political ambitions. War is now considered big business putting young men’s lives at stake, while counties sell each other lethal weapons to see how much profit they can make. Without the uniform this would be murder but in...

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Ready the gun, action to the rear! the 105 howitzer should give them something to fear! why hadn't sergeant felt the toss? the men jumped out among each gunner a shamed face shows for each of them already knows we have their position! prep the munition! he drops his hands and stops his commands Sergeant sees his worst fear the gun was lost it was no...

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The air is thick with dust and flame, who started this? Who is to blame? Shells and rockets rake the field yet neither side is like to yield There’s no retreat, no going back, just blindly forward in attack Men are wounded. Men lose limbs. And those who die we praise with hymns Or stand to hear the lesson...

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The Flag of the British Merchant Navy The Battle of the Atlantic We’ve heard of the famous Mighty Hood that was sunk by a Bismarck shell We know how many men were lost and the Skippers name as well We’ve seen the Battleship Barham rolling on her side before the huge explosion in which so many died The Repulse...

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I saw those men in solemn chain trooping from the line hand on shoulder, link to link their bandaged eyes gas blind. The image burned upon my soul, and tied me to their chain A scene imbued with haunting light, my retina retains. The pock marked fields of battered earth with human debris clad, the lifeless shell shocked look...

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Ypres, was by far the worst: Fields were littered with lost memories, Dismembered dreams, Faded laughs and gestures- The little nuances of life, The things that made us tick... All forgotten. Some men walked among the bodies, smiling: "Our fallen heroes, you shall rise and be commended for your service in the Kingdom of Heaven! May you rest in peace..." They saluted their...

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some men are born to be killed some men life means nothing to can old men hold their heads and cry you can only dodge so many shots before you eventually take a a few then it's about surviving some men have no nightmares some men only dare to dream history reflects repeated screams women, colored men, stars of david I wish i could...

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Stoically he faces the enemy hoards; Emotionless and appearing almost bored; Courageously, “Onward!”, his battle cry; Masking the coward hiding deep inside. Sending his men to certain death; From a distance he witnesses many a last breath; While he rides secure upon his steed, In the rear of the men he was trained to lead. Medals pinned upon his chest, In royal garb and...

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Kokoda Efogi 1942.... The Japanese turned tail and headed north on twenty eighth September forty two. ... They'd struggled round on mountains fought stopped near Moresby by the few. ... Eighteen hundred went to stop ten thousand in the jungle mountains high. ... Fought and skirmished over land in a rainforest never dry. .. Our fresh Brigade now drove...

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There have been times in our land When our nation has had to take a stand. It first began at Bunker's Hill Where so many men were then killed. All through that war with the British King Men here in America were fighting and dying. They were the first "Veterans" of the US, When duty calls, there was always a surplus. Always men...

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Men of our time warriors of war Boys to men of another time The battle of within to survie The cross that is layed as our friend lays dead A world that is angry with all No peace to run and hide inside Minds of others words of trouble Innocents burned as they take a gun to there hand To take a...

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Written in 1981 after attending a Viet Nam veterans welcome home parade. They march in step without a cadence call and wear old uniforms, if they still fit, recalling days when they were standing tall. Five services, they represent them all; a few in rolling chairs, required to sit. They march in step without a cadence call. On their parade a...

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Cheap bullet holes Through cheap souls Make rich ones! Aimed at them with no college, no future...no funds Have fun with guns?! And be all you can be?! And so, we shall see... But bloodied clouds will garner When all is dead and calmer Bloodied history shall not be missed But feeble, blood lust men will clench a fist The invalueable commodities sigh All lost...at cost from...

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Long ago on rolling hills And endless plains Stood men who fought For a cause beyond common understanding Bound together by integrity They persevered When odds gave no chance Led by a man Whose name was always half whispered They made a vow From that day forth To stand as one For in so doing They found the strength Lost on thousands And won the day Freedom they earned From the...

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"Over The Top!" was the battle cry of the First World War! At the Captain's signal, from the trenches doughboys would pour! Shoulder to shoulder with bayonets fixed, steel glinting in the sun, On they rushed, some to live, others to die, to face the fearless Hun! On they raced through no-man's land, through the mud and gore, Midst the...

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