Trampled where they fell, the dead and dying,
Mud and blood tainting each final breath,
Their cries unheard, unheeded by the guns,
Made one with sacred earth blasphemed by death.
Shells crack and cackle, ‘necessary evil’,
A whispered ‘Mother!’ lost amid the noise
Of killing to survive another day;
A band of warriors no more than boys.
All honour crushed beneath a kinsman’s boot,
And tales of glory seen to be a lie
By children sent to fight in Flanders’ fields
As cannon-fodder, doomed to kill or die.
Sue Vincent's Daily Echo 
So sad 😞
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Beautifully put Sue. We can never imagine how awful those days and nights of war must of been. The carnage the smell. There has always been war ever since the first human picked up a rock in anger , there will always be war because that is the nature of our species (as a whole) ..what a waste.💜💜
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We squabble like a pack of hungry dogs with a bone… but I hope we can learn better, one day.
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We live in hope 💜
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Reblogged this on anita dawes and jaye marie.
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Thank you x
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I hope we never forget their sacrifice…
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So do I, Jaye.
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Reblogged this on Smorgasbord Blog Magazine and commented:
A wonderful poem for Remembrance Sunday by Sue Vincent… Waste #We will remember them..
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Thank you, Sally xx
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♥♥
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A beautiful tribute to those who sacrificed their lives.
I, too, wrote a poem to commemorate the dead. If you sre interested you can read it at http://aspholessaria.wordpress.com
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I read it when you posted it…
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Your poem is perfect, Sue. Thanks.
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Thanks, Darlene.
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very very powerful Sue. I hope this is widely shared so other’s see it
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No words today will capture the horror endured by those who were there, Geoff.
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So very true
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so very sad
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Utterly
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The horrors of war revealed…
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I doubt if any poem written now could capture the horrors…
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Hauntingly beautiful Sue. 😦 ❤
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Thank you ❤
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Reblogged this on Where Genres Collide.
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Many thanks for sharing, Traci x
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You’re welcome, Sue!
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The horror beyond horror is that rather than being the war to end all wars, it was the beginning of 100 years of nonstop war.
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Not even the beginning, sadly.
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If the men in power had to fight their own wars, there’d be no more war.
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That’s what Harry Patch, the last of our soldiers to have seen service in WWi said too.
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