Grandad never spoke.
Never spoke of war;
his war; 1914 -18 war.
Trenches, barb wire,
mud, blood.
Never spoke of it.
Drive the horses
and guns.
5'4" tall, fine framed.
Tattoo for love of Nellie
on his right arm.
Never spoke of what he saw.
Saw blood, mud, bodies,
horses and guns.
Granddad was quiet.
Soft spoken. Nightmares
haunted until he was woken.
Granddad never spoke.
War is no talking matter
-no joke.
Aug 31, 2017
Aug 31, 2017 at 2:40 PM UTC
Grandad never spoke.
Never spoke of war;
his war; 1914 -18 war.
Trenches, barb wire,
mud, blood.
Never spoke of it.
Drive the horses
and guns.
5'4" tall, fine framed.
Tattoo for love of Nellie
on his right arm.
Never spoke of what he saw.
Saw blood, mud, bodies,
horses and guns.
Granddad was quiet.
Soft spoken. Nightmares
haunted until he was woken.
Granddad never spoke.
War is no talking matter
-no joke.
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