I am reading a lot of literary pieces to do with the war and i could help but be influenced by what I was reading. Do we ever really try to connect with the attrocities of the time? Or do we try to forget pay it lipservice but really we dont care? Were do you sit on this scale?


1. Night memories

Do you remember it anymore? The dragging days and numb nights?

Do you ever stop and think about those to whom you owe everything?

The boys went off so happy and go lucky and came back a shell,

not men in the sense we know but old and decrepit beyond their years.

Do you ever stop and say thank you for what they gave for us?

Or are you like everyone else trying to hide behind a veil of normality.


Do you remember it? Those still dawns the peace before the storm?

Do you ever stop to thank those we owe our freedom to?

None of those boys we so gladly sent off to the war came back,

bodies came back but not the people they all died all of them,

the first day there ended them all they died but their bodies came back

Sometimes they seemed whole but they never where do you understand?


Do you remember it anymore? The agonising age before a battle began?

Do you ever stop and contemplate the hell we sent the boys to?

The men who came back we didn’t understand they weren’t the same

they were shells of the boys we knew before the ‘jolly old war’.

Can we blame their bitter hate after we sent them to die in hell?

They go through the motions like you move through the steps of a dance


Do you remember it anymore? The young dead men eaten by old ratty?

Do you ever stop your life and try to walk a mile in their old army boots?

In the dark of night they awake with a start shivering in cold sweat in their beds,

they cry in private for the horrors that their young minds had to try and endure.

They are haunted by the faces of the hundreds men they watched die around them,

they sit and pray for the souls of the men they shot and for the family left behind.


Do you remember it anymore? The survivors of the war who would never live again?

Do you ever stop of your own accord and recall the horrors those boys faced?

The men who lost limbs and could never live life normally again faced pity every day.

The men who were scarred disfigured and destroyed from the outside inwards.

The men who simply shut down unable to cope with what they saw in hell,

These men receive pity but they deserve more than pity they should have understanding


Stop now and think about the men we send off today to their death to war on foreign ground,

the men we send to their deaths for war leaves no one alive it only leaves animated bodies.

Can you honestly say that you know what they are going through in a foreign field far away?


I know it's not great, its not a topic that is easy to get right when you write about it but I had to try to write about it.

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