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Lest We Forget

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Written by Ron Wilson Ssgt (Rtd) 212 Sqn RCT (V) on a visit to the Battlefields of WW1 in 2014

 

We walked in the footsteps of Heroes                        

 

Standing among these gravestones as far as the eye can see

looking down at the names of these heroes who gave their lives for you and me.

 

Mothers gave their sons and wives their husbands too

when they went to fight for freedom and a cause they thought was true.

 

These gravestones mean the end of one mans dreams and fears

while for some loved one back at home it means endless nights of tears.

 

Some said their farewells at the cottage door and the old mill by the burn

holding on to that last goodbye never knowing if they’d return.

 

Off they went so proudly marching behind the band

to go and fight for king and country in some far off foreign land.

 

They were told they would be home by Christmas but Christmas had come and gone,

Now their names are etched for ever in the hearts of those they left at home.

 

This war they said would end wars, but it’s happened time and time again

man never learned his lesson was their sacrifice in vain.

 

They never knew the moment, the hour, or the day

when some unknown soldiers shell, or bullet would take their life away.

 

Some names were never known, their deeds they went untold

just four words on a gravestone, known only unto god.

 

Beneath our feet lies a generation, the result of mans quest for power

so we could have this moment, they gave us their last hour.

 

Back home the rich grew richer, on the spoils of this war

counting up their profits behind their mansion door.

 

With never a thought for the soldiers as they ate, and drank beside their fire

while these brave men lived in squalor and lay dying on the wire.

 

The politicians and the generals ignoring all their fears,

re-wrote their mistakes with propaganda, with wives and mothers tears.

 

The battlefields are quiet where once these heroes died,

the grass and poppies grow on the ground where these brave men cried.

 

And now they lie together united forever more,

sleep in peace now soldier laddies your final battles oer.

 

At the going down of the sun and in the morning we will remember them.