LAST CHARGE

Shot and shell,

Blown to hell,

And to think it had all begun so well.

Consigned to death and its mouldering stench,

Close companions in a mud-filled trench.

The whistles blow,

Away they go,

Over the top in frantic show

Towards an enemy yet unseen

Through air of bilious yellow and green.

The rat-a-tat-tat

Soon tells them that

They will grow neither old nor fat;

They will never live to remember

Their charge took place on the Tenth of November.

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◄ 13/4/18 - before "The Big Push"

MUG SHOTS ►

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M.C. Newberry

Tue 6th Nov 2018 16:14

To DM, BM and TC - your kind comments are much appreciated. There must have been many who fell even as
the Armistice arrived.
There is a touching item on today's www.msn.co.uk home
page from Quentin Letts about this "Remembrance" week
and what it means across the country. Well worth reading.

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Taylor Crowshaw

Tue 6th Nov 2018 15:28

I agree both beautiful and tragic..❤

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Brian Maryon

Tue 6th Nov 2018 08:01

A tragic story told in a simple way. No need for obscure language or hidden meanings. Good one Mark.

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Douglas MacGowan

Tue 6th Nov 2018 03:48

Wow, a powerful and - in a way - beautiful poem about a very dramatic subject.

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