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Will we forget,WWI poem no mans land.?

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Forward they ran,

into the fire,

bullets abound,

knee deep in the mire,

undaunted by death,

they surged on and on,

with them our freedom rested upon.

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  1. And lest we forget this poem also of WWI:

    In Flanders Fields

    By: Lieutenant Colonel John McCrae, MD (1872-1918)

    Canadian Army

    In Flanders Fields the poppies blow

    Between the crosses row on row,

    That mark our place; and in the sky

    The larks, still bravely singing, fly

    Scarce heard amid the guns below.

    We are the Dead. Short days ago

    We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,

    Loved and were loved, and now we lie

    In Flanders fields.

    Take up our quarrel with the foe:

    To you from failing hands we throw

    The torch; be yours to hold it high.

    If ye break faith with us who die

    We shall not sleep, though poppies grow

    In Flanders fields.

    Or this poem by Rudyard Kipling

    Recessional By Rudyard Kipling

    (A Victorian Ode)

    God of our fathers, known of old--

    Lord of our far-flung battle line--

    Beneath whose awful hand we hold

    Dominion over palm and pine--

    Lord God of Hosts, be with us yet,

    Lest we forget--lest we forget!

    The tumult and the shouting dies--

    The Captains and the Kings depart--

    Still stands Thine ancient sacrifice,

    An humble and a contrite heart.

    Lord God of Hosts, be with us yet,

    Lest we forget--lest we forget!

    Far-called our navies melt away--

    On dune and headland sinks the fire--

    Lo, all our pomp of yesterday

    Is one with Nineveh and Tyre!

    Judge of the Nations, spare us yet,

    Lest we forget--lest we forget!

    If, drunk with sight of power, we loose

    Wild tongues that have not Thee in awe--

    Such boastings as the Gentiles use,

    Or lesser breeds without the Law--

    Lord God of Hosts, be with us yet,

    Lest we forget--lest we forget!

    For heathen heart that puts her trust

    In reeking tube and iron shard--

    All valiant dust that builds on dust,

    And guarding calls not Thee to guard.

    For frantic boast and foolish word,

    Thy Mercy on Thy People, Lord!

    Amen.

    All great poems of war, death, and power.


  2. Lest we forget, lest we forget..............

  3. Well, it's not Wilfred Owen or Siegfreid Sassoon, I am just going to look on my poetry shelves.  It sounds like a one-off by a minor poet.  I will check and get back to you.

  4. i really hope not because soon enough all the veterans from WW1 will be dead. And somehow they need to live on.

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