From Seumas Gallacher… a poignant poem for today.
Thanks to Sarah from First Night History for permission to share.
At the Going Down of the Sun © Sarah Vernon
Tell Me, John, Let Me Hear it Once
Tell me, John, let me hear it once
From beyond the grave wherein you lie.
Tell me once, that I may know
Why the Hell did you have to die?
Now that I myself am growing old
As you were not allowed to do,
When your country went to War,
Killing them, and us, and you.
Is Humanity so bereft
Of sense and sensibility?
That murder dressed as War
Is the tip of Man’s ability?
Yes, my dear, I understand
There’s times to right the wrong
When Nation pits at Nation
To prove which one is strong.
But feel each mother’s loss
The angst, the grief, the pain
It’s no use telling them,
‘Let them not have died in vain’.
For every priceless child that’s gone,
Every precious son…
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Sue Vincent's Daily Echo 
Much thanks for the share, Sue. I weep every time I read it. We cannot, cannot forget.
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No… we must not, ever.
Seumas’ poem had me in tears too.
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Wonderful share Sue…we have lots of war casualties and deaths in our family…..well we are from Scotland which I think contributed 2/3 of the soldiers from Britain for WWI…..but my brother was special forces bomb dispoasl……
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Seumas’ poem really touched me, Seonaid.
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And me…..not everyone understands the duty and sacrifice to something bigger than self which every soldier, and their family gives so freely…
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