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Just remember us 14 / 18
Across the fields upon this dawn
lies a land, we once called home
but now, all around us young lads
we hear the dying moans
not a bird is heard upon the winds
just the enemies bullets sing
fired by a kid, just out of sight
but to our lads, death he will bring
we wait, stone cold in a winter’s trench
not a crumb of food inside
we wait for the whistle, to be blown
with nowhere for us to hide
around our feet the snow lays thick
and the ice, upon my rifle’s sight
through this, i’ll soon be aiming
giving my enemy their final bite
the winds they start, to push me back
to the place i long to be
sheltered, from the breath of death
from a place I cannot see
my brave lads, stand around me now
as we wait till the whistles blow
it’s then, we’ll charge the enemy
through the god forsaken snow
one foot, upon the ladder now
a perilous place to be
but when, that whistles blown my lad’s
nearer to your God you'll be
I take my last glance, to say goodbye
to my brave, young lads close by
as the whistle sends us over
to a place, where we shall die.
Did they remember us?
Copyright: Ian Ross Barlow
9/11/2018
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