COMING HOME.

 

Brothers in arms

Brothers in death

Brothers forever

Until their last breath

Believing the lies

They believed the prize

Would be freedom.

They believed it was right,

It was right to fight for freedom.

But it was hard to be true

When the bullets flew

And shells exploded their dreams

Man to man and trench to trench

They couldn’t avoid the acrid stench

Of death

Foxhole cover for a dying brother

Sharing his last breath

Unbutton a pocket

Containing a locket

And a promise made

As they waited, afraid

Before they went over the top

A note to a lover

A letter for a mother

Words written not spoken

Leaving loving hearts broken

By a sadness cutting so deep

And a memory which would keep him forever young

The locket remains strung from a chain

Hung over an old photograph frame

The letters are dog eared but treasured

And the hurt can be measured in tears

For a soldier who died a hundred years passed

A brother in arms

Coming home

At last.

 

© By: - Pete Slater.    2014.