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Feb 2019
Brave men of war, taken before their time,
never knowing their fate, no reason or rhyme.
They gave their lives, on far foreign fields,
a was so destructive, no side would yield.


No man's land strewn, on bellies crawling,
mustard gas, shell, death angels calling.
Battlefields littered, so much blood and gore,
brave comrades slaughtered, an attritional war.


One hundred years on, we must never forget,
a generation lost, we're forever in their debt.
We  must remember them forever, all those who died,
our country they served, with valour and pride.

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Arthur Cole  68/M
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