Remember.

I have someone who's opinion I value greatly who dissuades me to write about wartime or anything to do with soldiers and the battlefield. I try to keep out of such subjects as I am no expert and I know she is right, but just this once I am indulging myself because I quite like this, I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed piecing it together, I also hope my great friend is not too upset with my choice.


Fresh breeze awash with meadows scent
Enhanced by natures rhythm 
Through broken silence voices heard
Respond to orders given

The call to arms it's time to go
Strikes fear borne straight from hell
To march towards their foreign foe
The prize... to live and tell.

We asked so much of just so few
Words spoken now by many
A throw-away that hides such pain
The few will know, If any.
 
Fierce battle raged in sky so blue
God's canvas spoilt by hatred
They fought this hell for me and you
As families watched and waited

So here's to fragrant meadow's thus,
That once knew so much sorrow
To those that gave their last today
So we may have tomorrow.