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Everyday, armed forces risk their lives for the sake of their country, their families, friends and principles. Every soldier, on every side of a war/ conflict, is a human being. Often frightened, lonely and in despair.
Our freedom comes at price paid by others. We must never forget the sacrifices being made by ordinary people, who are put in a position that causes them to extraordinary things.
Will They Remember?
11.11.1918 Armistice Day
A Soldier
Cold and wet in pain and scared, most surely I will die,
never to see my wife again, or hear my child’s first cry.
Today the war is over, the enemy surrendered now.
Armistice they call it, a victory ..but how?
So many men were slaughtered, such a bestial sacrifice,
for freedom for our Country; now I’ve lost the final dice.
For mortal wounds I carry, from which my life- blood flows.
And death is bearing down, where the Flanders poppy grows.
Not old enough to have a vote, yet my light becomes more dim.
And who will say in years to come, “Yes I do remember him!”
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A Soldier’s Daughter
Who was this man called my father, who the day I was born cruelly died.
All I have is his picture, stained with the tears mother cried.
Stories were told me so often, of his love and his hopes and his dreams.
Robbed of his future and life, by those with merciless schemes.
If only he knew that I lived, fulfilled from the day of my birth,
then a wonderful life with my husband, soon children bringing much mirth.
Each building a better tomorrow, their talents improving this world,
working for social equality, for mankind that this be unfurled.
All this spawned from a soldier, dead before life could begin.
My Poppy I wear with such pride, “Yes I do remember him!”
11.11.2005 87th Birthday
Fictitious Story
Written by Cecilia Jane Skudder (Cjs.)
14th November 2005
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