Gallipoli

 

Ships sailed slowly through the Straits

a battle raged in fury on the land

Men retreated into the sea

Regiments were routed and scattered

On the deck of a Merchantman

stood my Grandfather in uniform

In the uproar of battle a voice cried out ¨Bill¨

there wrestling and grappling in the mud

he saw a man from his home town

He knew the man well, very well indeed

There was nothing that he could do

but look on in desperation

the Straits had been mined

choked and unable to respond

he fell on the deck and wept

If this is war he thought

let there be no more