OUR SOLDIERS

Our Soldiers.

In a war that saw new weaponry technology,

Soldiers of war stay in trenches of agrology,

Friendships grew with soldiers of many nationalities,

In combat, soldiers who became friends counting their casualties.

Horrific experiences of soldiers in active combat,

who became targets and many became their enemies doormat,

Men and Women who served their time in war,

Struggled in conditions and sleeping on the floor,

The many enduring the most brutal forms of welfare known,

Losing friends and colleagues and no remorse shown.

Those soldiers where sent often and far away,

Many left and returned and some made to stay.

Some made to battle sore, to much became overwhelming,

Wounded, injured and bodily swelling, death occurring, and news began spreading.

Wanting home and journeys impossible,

In time, victory was won and outlooks looked possible.

Whilst this was World War one and two,

Forces to be proud of and together we thank-you.

-James Keenan

2 thoughts on “OUR SOLDIERS

  1. This poem conjures vivid images of ordinary men sent to die, one of my favourite poets Wilfred Owens comes to mind. Another great piece James and delighted for you getting it published in the public eye. Love to you and Andrew. xxx

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