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This isn't about front lines and deep mud, it's not about sacrifice and bands of brotherhood. It's not calling for silence or for national pride, it's not about cenotaphs and those left behind. No, this a thank you to one Ernest Page, Gunner Sergeant, Royal Field Artillery, 182nd Brigade. Thank you for ducking, thank you for dodging, thank you for lasting, thank you for living. Thanks for returning back home to Brockley. Thanks for asking Gran and building a family. Thank you for dad and for little Aunt Betty, for Pam and for Pete and for cousins aplenty. Thanks for Rose Cottage, for trips round the lake, thanks for loud laughter and sleepy eyed late mugs of hot chocolate and medeira cake slabs. Thanks for my sisters, thanks again for my dad. Thank you for surviving, and all that implies. I owe you it all, I owe you this life.
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Nov 1, 2018
Nov 1, 2018 at 6:17 PM UTC
This is not a war poem
This isn't about front lines and deep mud, it's not about sacrifice and bands of brotherhood. It's not calling for silence or for national pride, it's not about cenotaphs and those left behind. No, this a thank you to one Ernest Page, Gunner Sergeant, Royal Field Artillery, 182nd Brigade. Thank you for ducking, thank you for dodging, thank you for lasting, thank you for living. Thanks for returning back home to Brockley. Thanks for asking Gran and building a family. Thank you for dad and for little Aunt Betty, for Pam and for Pete and for cousins aplenty. Thanks for Rose Cottage, for trips round the lake, thanks for loud laughter and sleepy eyed late mugs of hot chocolate and medeira cake slabs. Thanks for my sisters, thanks again for my dad. Thank you for surviving, and all that implies. I owe you it all, I owe you this life.
I have my grandad's WW1 French English 'conversation book'. I have his stirrups too. He died when i was in my teens. I remember his cigars and his smile.
#war#survive#family#memory#thanks
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Nov 1, 2018
Nov 1, 2018 at 6:17 PM UTC
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