Standing together Shoulder to shoulder, Year after year, Older and older. Marching along To the tune of a song And the thoughts in my head Are of those who are dead. And those who were there Are fewer and fewer. But the line is as long With the newer and newer. As each conflict stops …
Tag: Lest We Forget
The Survivor
Three soldiers in a shell hole. He was in the middle. The guys on either side Took bullets and they died, Both shot in the head. Three mates, now two were dead. He was in a hell hole; Mud and blood and piddle, But he was alive. He knew that he’d survive. So, he got …
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