01-26-2006, 09:47 AM
Glad you all liked it, i got it from a WW1-website. What struck me was the different point-of-views of the soldiers, they all believed that they died for freedom - frenchmen, german etc.
Here is another one;
Memorial Tablet by Siegfried Sassoon (1918)
Squire nagged and bullied till I went to fight,
(Under Lord Derby's scheme).
I died in hell - They called it Passchendaele.
My wound was slight, And I was hobbling back;
and then a shell burst slick upon the duckboards:
so I fell into the bottomless mud, and lost the light
At sermon-time, while Squire is in his pew,
He gives my gilded name a thoughtful stare;
For, though low down upon the list, I'm there;
"In proud and glorious memory" ... that's my due.
Two bleeding years I fought in France, for Squire:
I suffered anguish that he's never guessed.
I came home on leave: and then went west...
What greater glory could a man desire?
Here is another one;
Memorial Tablet by Siegfried Sassoon (1918)
Squire nagged and bullied till I went to fight,
(Under Lord Derby's scheme).
I died in hell - They called it Passchendaele.
My wound was slight, And I was hobbling back;
and then a shell burst slick upon the duckboards:
so I fell into the bottomless mud, and lost the light
At sermon-time, while Squire is in his pew,
He gives my gilded name a thoughtful stare;
For, though low down upon the list, I'm there;
"In proud and glorious memory" ... that's my due.
Two bleeding years I fought in France, for Squire:
I suffered anguish that he's never guessed.
I came home on leave: and then went west...
What greater glory could a man desire?
gr,
Jeroen Pelgrom
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Jeroen Pelgrom
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I would rather have fire storms of atmospheres than this cruel descent from a thousand years of dreams.