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Thank you for standing to look,
If I'd survived the blood and guts,
I would have written a book.
Thank you for standing by my gravestone friend,
As thousands before have done,
I died at six as I recall, at the going down of the sun.
not much to show for life,
What started as an adventure, made a widow of my wife.
At first I was honoured to serve my King,
as we all marched off to war,
I knew not what this life would bring,
with horrors not seen before.
and then I volunteered.
My mates and I marched down the street,
the whole town, they all cheered.
Then off to Foreign fields we went,
When training all was done,
We thought this war would be short
making a safer world for everyone.
for all my chums that died.
From many, many nations,
Throughout the whole world wide.
Thank you for standing at my graveside
friend.
Above and Left RTRA Young-uns and Old-uns