I was never to know my Uncle Nick

Lost to war long before I was born,

But I pray to God that it was quick

When death snatched away a young life's new dawn.

 

They read out his name from a swathe of blood red

One rain-sodden night at the Tower,

From a glistening garden of Glorious Dead

Cut down before they could flower.

 

It falls to the living come every November

To pause and gratefully reflect

On the Fallen in War who we will remember,

And by doing, each stolen life we resurrect.

((killed in action,aged 24, on August 18th 1916, at the Battle of Delville Wood, The Somme)..