Post by Administrator on Sept 24, 2013 17:42:02 GMT
LEST WE FORGET:
I know you mean well
I know you feel good in your self
Remembering me
I who fought so gallantly
Fighting men whose leaders sent them to war
They didn’t really know what for
Just as I didn’t really know
I fought in the muddy slime they called no-man’s land.
I lived in the trenches in conditions indescribable
I crawled over my mates who had fallen from bullets and shell.
I had to use cold steel to stab someone I had never met.
I looked in their eyes as they fell to the ground.
I did this many times over and over again
Until it was me who fell to the earth
I am still here never to be found.
Under the red poppies in the fields of France
One of the “missing”
Yet you only give me a thought on one day of the year
All that I sacrificed I get one hour on one day.
LEST WE FORGET
From W.S WILLMOTT of Australia
I know you mean well
I know you feel good in your self
Remembering me
I who fought so gallantly
Fighting men whose leaders sent them to war
They didn’t really know what for
Just as I didn’t really know
I fought in the muddy slime they called no-man’s land.
I lived in the trenches in conditions indescribable
I crawled over my mates who had fallen from bullets and shell.
I had to use cold steel to stab someone I had never met.
I looked in their eyes as they fell to the ground.
I did this many times over and over again
Until it was me who fell to the earth
I am still here never to be found.
Under the red poppies in the fields of France
One of the “missing”
Yet you only give me a thought on one day of the year
All that I sacrificed I get one hour on one day.
LEST WE FORGET
From W.S WILLMOTT of Australia