Forward they ran,
into the fire,
bullets abound,
knee deep in the mire,
undaunted by death,
they surged on and on,
with them our freedom rested upon!.Www@QuestionHome@Com
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into the fire, bullets abound, knee deep in the mire, undaunted by death, they surged on and on, with them our freedom rested upon!.Www@QuestionHome@Com Best Answer - Chosen by Asker: And lest we forget this poem also of WWI: In Flanders Fields By: Lieutenant Colonel John McCrae, MD (1872-1918) Canadian Army In Flanders Fields the poppies blow Between the crosses row on row, That mark our place; and in the sky The larks, still bravely singing, fly Scarce heard amid the guns below!. We are the Dead!. Short days ago We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow, Loved and were loved, and now we lie In Flanders fields!. Take up our quarrel with the foe: To you from failing hands we throw The torch; be yours to hold it high!. If ye break faith with us who die We shall not sleep, though poppies grow In Flanders fields!. Or this poem by Rudyard Kipling Recessional By Rudyard Kipling (A Victorian Ode) God of our fathers, known of old-- Lord of our far-flung battle line-- Beneath whose awful hand we hold Dominion over palm and pine-- Lord God of Hosts, be with us yet, Lest we forget--lest we forget! The tumult and the shouting dies-- The Captains and the Kings depart-- Still stands Thine ancient sacrifice, An humble and a contrite heart!. Lord God of Hosts, be with us yet, Lest we forget--lest we forget! Far-called our navies melt away-- On dune and headland sinks the fire-- Lo, all our pomp of yesterday Is one with Nineveh and Tyre! Judge of the Nations, spare us yet, Lest we forget--lest we forget! If, drunk with sight of power, we loose Wild tongues that have not Thee in awe-- Such boastings as the Gentiles use, Or lesser breeds without the Law-- Lord God of Hosts, be with us yet, Lest we forget--lest we forget! For heathen heart that puts her trust In reeking tube and iron shard-- All valiant dust that builds on dust, And guarding calls not Thee to guard!. For frantic boast and foolish word, Thy Mercy on Thy People, Lord! Amen!. All great poems of war, death, and power!.Www@QuestionHome@Com Well, it's not Wilfred Owen or Siegfreid Sassoon, I am just going to look on my poetry shelves!. It sounds like a one-off by a minor poet!. I will check and get back to you!.Www@QuestionHome@Com i really hope not because soon enough all the veterans from WW1 will be dead!. And somehow they need to live on!.Www@QuestionHome@Com Lest we forget, lest we forget!.!.!.!.!.!.!.!.!.!.!.!.!.!.Www@QuestionHome@Com |