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World War 1. Last letter sent!



World War 1. Last letter sent!
By Andydon on 08/05/2014
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To my Dearest Alice,
Oh my sweetheart where can I begin,
The consistent banging of gun shells within,
No life of adventure, not found here,
As I lose my friends that were so dear,
I've cut a swathe into clay walls,
To bury my head, my body an all,
I'm covered in mud and lice and smells,
At least no dysentery, that all bows well,
We sit; we starve and wonder why,
Those officers sit up, at tables, feasting high,
No joy as we dig trenches fifteen foot deep,
The German bomb, cascades our keep,
The fear is here on my hands and toes,
Every time I shake, we face our foes,
We climb our ladders to go over the top,
One step, two steps then we stop,
Horrific gunfire tears us to shreds,
Each bullet hit, completely embeds,
I cry Alice indeed I do,
For that very time I have been with you,
To hold you so and brush your lips,
Made my heart high, while here it dips,
Remember John Brownlow, him from school,
Took some shrapnel, and in front of me, he did fall!
Nineteen years old, lying with dutiful smile,
His last words needed to reach a thousand miles,
"Mother I love you", then peacefully slept,
I'm thankful this hasn't reached me yet,
Oh Alice the changes of boy to man,
This war I'll never understand,
From Private, Captain, Brigadier,
Dead mans boots, a promotion dear!
The battlefield of fruit lined trees,
Now a desert of horse and men on permanent leave.
The rain awash, and me soaked to the knee,
A cigarette rolled in July, still dry,
No matches strike at night you see,
The new lads arrive full of hope and cheer,
They think its laughs and lots of beer,
Soon they wain, that when they find,
That War is all pain, not gain, not kind,
I glance along a route of men,
To see what will become of them,
Twenty thousand dead within one day,
O'Lord I was not brought up this way!
I love you Alice indeed I do,
Your beautiful face in my dreams, will see me through,
Oh Alice we have so much to do,
I'll see you soon to live our lives anew,
I'm over the top, and in broken clouds, see you with open arms wherein,
Oh my sweetheart, where can I begin?
Your Loving Husband
Ernie.


? By Andydon On 8/5/2014 3:21:05 AM
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