Today, November 11, 2017 let us take a moment at the 11th hour to remember the fallen horse soldiers.
From this peaceful land
To hellfire we were sent,
Bomb blasts, shellfire and barbed wire,
Explosions, fearful gas and groans,
Lay man and beast wrenched and maimed.
On foreign soil last breaths inhaled.
Through horror, fear and pain
Knee-deep mud, cold and rain
We heaved and pulled
With little to sustain.
We don’t feel like heroes,
Though heroic tasks were done,
We knew it was our duty
To get the battle won.
I am home again at last,
My legs are swollen and my body weak,
My skin and cuts are healing,
But I will not forget.
So here in silence with lowered head
Over the bones of fallen friend
I stand forever to honour
All those who came not home.
The casualties of WW1 were enormous…
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