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Tears Without Guilt In the stillness of that fateful day, heroes were called away. We flinched, but marched on, feeling the void… where they lay. Their presence lives on, it seems, nestled within hearts they've known. Listen closely— to their whispers lingering, even when the world feels alone. Stand tall, without guilt; allow your tears to flow. For their love in you has grown, and through your strength, their spirit carries on. The Weight We Carry We never paused to shed a tear for the fallen— oh, the pain! Names and resting places blur, lost in this endless, sorrowful rain. Perhaps… it's better this way. They've earned their peaceful rest. And yet, to the battlefield we return, our courage tested, our hearts carrying the weight again and again. Presence of the Fallen Lifeless we lay on the crimson earth, silence our only shroud. People came, took us away, their pleas for peace cried aloud. Our presence lives on, it seems, in those who bore us away. Their cries— a testament to the price we chose to pay. Where Silence Speaks Our bodies piled, our spirits ascended, reaching for the sky. Buried together, side by side, under stones that signify. Our presence lives on, it seems, in you, my love, and friends. Be brave… allow your tears to flow. Our love in you transcends. Voices in the Void Tomorrow’s dawn brings another’s end, the void grows ever wide. The thin khaki line deepens, as more men join the tide. Their presence lives on, it seems, within hearts they’ve known. Stand tall… allow your tears to flow. Their memories— forever your own. By Paul Baldry (LongJohn)

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Mar 4

Mar 4, 2026 at 3:47 AM UTC

ThePoppiesStillBloom

Presence Through the Line

Tears Without Guilt In the stillness of that fateful day, heroes were called away. We flinched, but marched on, feeling the void… where they lay. Their presence lives on, it seems, nestled within hearts they've known. Listen closely— to their whispers lingering, even when the world feels alone. Stand tall, without guilt; allow your tears to flow. For their love in you has grown, and through your strength, their spirit carries on. The Weight We Carry We never paused to shed a tear for the fallen— oh, the pain! Names and resting places blur, lost in this endless, sorrowful rain. Perhaps… it's better this way. They've earned their peaceful rest. And yet, to the battlefield we return, our courage tested, our hearts carrying the weight again and again. Presence of the Fallen Lifeless we lay on the crimson earth, silence our only shroud. People came, took us away, their pleas for peace cried aloud. Our presence lives on, it seems, in those who bore us away. Their cries— a testament to the price we chose to pay. Where Silence Speaks Our bodies piled, our spirits ascended, reaching for the sky. Buried together, side by side, under stones that signify. Our presence lives on, it seems, in you, my love, and friends. Be brave… allow your tears to flow. Our love in you transcends. Voices in the Void Tomorrow’s dawn brings another’s end, the void grows ever wide. The thin khaki line deepens, as more men join the tide. Their presence lives on, it seems, within hearts they’ve known. Stand tall… allow your tears to flow. Their memories— forever your own. By Paul Baldry (LongJohn)

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The Soldier Man I Am By Paul Baldry It’s a soldier man I am, And I’ve walked the killing ground. I swear to God, if I ever see the sunrise And feel its warmth come round, I’ll hold it in my mind, safe and sound, And never again return to the battleground. I was fifteen years of age, Too young to know the cost. But I followed lads who swore they’d never Watch another young life lost. On that cold, cold battleground Where the young stay young for evermore, And the weight of what you witness Stays with you at your core. It’s a soldier man I am, And I’ve walked the killing ground. I swear to God, if I ever see the sunrise And feel its warmth come round, I’ll hold it in my mind, safe and sound, And never again return to the battleground. At twenty one I learned How fast a man can break. How courage cracks like winter ice When the earth begins to shake. How the strongest heart can falter When the shells come screaming through, And the lad you were at fifteen Is a stranger now to you. Now at sixty five years old, I’ll meet you at the door. I’ll take your arm and guide you through The shadows left by war. I’ll tell you of the hardships And the names I still recall— The ones who never made it home, The ones who gave their all. It’s a soldier man I am, And I’ve walked the killing ground. I swear to God, if I ever see the sunrise And feel its warmth come round, I’ll hold it in my mind, safe and sound, And never again return to the battleground. God… I never want to see another soul Go down that cold, cold battleground.

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Feb 18

Feb 18, 2026 at 4:04 AM UTC

ThePoppiesStillBloom

Sunrise I Swear To See

The Soldier Man I Am By Paul Baldry It’s a soldier man I am, And I’ve walked the killing ground. I swear to God, if I ever see the sunrise And feel its warmth come round, I’ll hold it in my mind, safe and sound, And never again return to the battleground. I was fifteen years of age, Too young to know the cost. But I followed lads who swore they’d never Watch another young life lost. On that cold, cold battleground Where the young stay young for evermore, And the weight of what you witness Stays with you at your core. It’s a soldier man I am, And I’ve walked the killing ground. I swear to God, if I ever see the sunrise And feel its warmth come round, I’ll hold it in my mind, safe and sound, And never again return to the battleground. At twenty one I learned How fast a man can break. How courage cracks like winter ice When the earth begins to shake. How the strongest heart can falter When the shells come screaming through, And the lad you were at fifteen Is a stranger now to you. Now at sixty five years old, I’ll meet you at the door. I’ll take your arm and guide you through The shadows left by war. I’ll tell you of the hardships And the names I still recall— The ones who never made it home, The ones who gave their all. It’s a soldier man I am, And I’ve walked the killing ground. I swear to God, if I ever see the sunrise And feel its warmth come round, I’ll hold it in my mind, safe and sound, And never again return to the battleground. God… I never want to see another soul Go down that cold, cold battleground.

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At the Light of Each Day At the light of day, awake and arise, Yet amidst the rush, heed my gentle advice. Take a moment to pause, remember with grace, The eleventh hour, a solemn space. On the eleventh day of the eleventh month, Honouring those who faced the crest and the front. Their sacrifice, a gift profound, A legacy of freedom, courage unbound. At the light of each day, a life given by many, To grant you freedom, a gift plenty. So, in each morning's gentle ray, Pause, remember, and silently say… "We will remember them," in heartfelt accord, Their bravery, their spirit, forever stored. At the light of each day, let us never forget, The heroes who gave all, with no regret.

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Mar 8

Mar 8, 2026 at 4:29 AM UTC

ThePoppiesStillBloom

At the Light of Each Day

At the Light of Each Day At the light of day, awake and arise, Yet amidst the rush, heed my gentle advice. Take a moment to pause, remember with grace, The eleventh hour, a solemn space. On the eleventh day of the eleventh month, Honouring those who faced the crest and the front. Their sacrifice, a gift profound, A legacy of freedom, courage unbound. At the light of each day, a life given by many, To grant you freedom, a gift plenty. So, in each morning's gentle ray, Pause, remember, and silently say… "We will remember them," in heartfelt accord, Their bravery, their spirit, forever stored. At the light of each day, let us never forget, The heroes who gave all, with no regret.

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Tears Without Guilt In the stillness of that fateful day, heroes were called away. We flinched, but marched on, feeling the void… where they lay. Their presence lives on, it seems, nestled within hearts they've known. Listen closely— to their whispers lingering, even when the world feels alone. Stand tall, without guilt; allow your tears to flow. For their love in you has grown, and through your strength, their spirit carries on. The Weight We Carry We never paused to shed a tear for the fallen— oh, the pain! Names and resting places blur, lost in this endless, sorrowful rain. Perhaps… it's better this way. They've earned their peaceful rest. And yet, to the battlefield we return, our courage tested, our hearts carrying the weight again and again. Presence of the Fallen Lifeless we lay on the crimson earth, silence our only shroud. People came, took us away, their pleas for peace cried aloud. Our presence lives on, it seems, in those who bore us away. Their cries— a testament to the price we chose to pay. Where Silence Speaks Our bodies piled, our spirits ascended, reaching for the sky. Buried together, side by side, under stones that signify. Our presence lives on, it seems, in you, my love, and friends. Be brave… allow your tears to flow. Our love in you transcends. Voices in the Void Tomorrow’s dawn brings another’s end, the void grows ever wide. The thin khaki line deepens, as more men join the tide. Their presence lives on, it seems, within hearts they’ve known. Stand tall… allow your tears to flow. Their memories— forever your own. By Paul Baldry (LongJohn)

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Mar 4

Mar 4, 2026 at 3:54 AM UTC

LongJohnPaulBaldry

Presence Through the Line

Tears Without Guilt In the stillness of that fateful day, heroes were called away. We flinched, but marched on, feeling the void… where they lay. Their presence lives on, it seems, nestled within hearts they've known. Listen closely— to their whispers lingering, even when the world feels alone. Stand tall, without guilt; allow your tears to flow. For their love in you has grown, and through your strength, their spirit carries on. The Weight We Carry We never paused to shed a tear for the fallen— oh, the pain! Names and resting places blur, lost in this endless, sorrowful rain. Perhaps… it's better this way. They've earned their peaceful rest. And yet, to the battlefield we return, our courage tested, our hearts carrying the weight again and again. Presence of the Fallen Lifeless we lay on the crimson earth, silence our only shroud. People came, took us away, their pleas for peace cried aloud. Our presence lives on, it seems, in those who bore us away. Their cries— a testament to the price we chose to pay. Where Silence Speaks Our bodies piled, our spirits ascended, reaching for the sky. Buried together, side by side, under stones that signify. Our presence lives on, it seems, in you, my love, and friends. Be brave… allow your tears to flow. Our love in you transcends. Voices in the Void Tomorrow’s dawn brings another’s end, the void grows ever wide. The thin khaki line deepens, as more men join the tide. Their presence lives on, it seems, within hearts they’ve known. Stand tall… allow your tears to flow. Their memories— forever your own. By Paul Baldry (LongJohn)

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A bugle calls forth, Echoing o'er valleys wide, Lifted by the breeze. Each note a tribute to those, Who answered the brave summons.

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Feb 18

Feb 18, 2026 at 3:51 AM UTC