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Remember Me

Remember me,
Duty called and I went to war,
Though I'd never fired a gun before.
I paid the price for your new day,
As all my dreams were blown away.

Remember me,
We all stood true as whistles blew,
And faced the shell and stench of Hell.
Now battle's done, there is no sound,
Our bones decay beneath the ground.
We cannot see, or smell, or hear,
There is no death, or hope or fear.

Remember me,
Once we, like you, would laugh and talk,
And run and walk and do the things that you all do,
But now we lie in rows so neat.
Beneath the soil, beneath your feet.

Remember me,
In mud and gore and the blood of war,
We fought and fell and move no more.
Remember me, I am not dead,
I'm just a voice within your head.

by Craig McClintock (0)
Ballymena Academy, Ballymena

Competition - War Of Words

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