Did they know they would die —
When they signed their names up,
unwittingly saying a final good-bye?
Will they ever say —
What was on the tip of their tongue,
that they wanted to stay?
Will they ever smell —
Something different from smoke,
from the trenches where they dwell?
Will they ever shoot —
The foe destined to die,
you ain't a coward, you ain't a brute.
Will they ever taste —
Once again a hot meal,
instead of the blood on their face?
Will they forever fear —
The cry of their loved ones,
as ink smudges from a tear?
Will they ever know —
That the last fight left them broken,
and they lay with their comrades now below?
No they won't, no they didn't.
The final battle was lost,
the memories are hidden.
The forgotten have passed.
Triumph can't make them stay,
nothing to make them last.
Yet they still exist,
in the thoughts of others,
forever to be missed.
- Viola ( -GangsterSangster- )
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Happy Remembrance Day 2015! I wrote this on 10/11/15 and verse seven really bothered me and I had to rewrite it five times (so appreciate it). This poem is dedicated to the people who were casualties of war and also to those who were lost and never found.
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