Less We Forget.

Today is Remembrance Sunday. It is held on the second Sunday in November, which is usually the Sunday nearest to 11th November. Over this past couple of years it has become more poignant having found out that I had decendants who fought in both wars and with conflicts going on all over the world still, we should remember those who gave their lives so that we may remain free.
My Great Grandad fought in the First World War. He was a Rifleman, Kings Royall Rifle Corps. He volunteered in August 1914, and was later drafted toFrance, where he served in the Battle of Ypres, Loos andVimy Ridge, and also took part in the engagement at Hooge. He was twice wounded in action, and as a result of his wounds and shell-shock, was discharged in February 1914, holding the 1914-15 Star, and the General Service and Victory Medals. My Grandad was a Warrant Officer Class 1 RSM. He served in the 8th Army under Montgomery. Sadly despite coming back from the war, he was never the same, like so many men who fought. I do not know what happened to him after I was born. Looking back through some of my families history there have been other family members who have fought and died for this country and I will remeber them today.

Don't let me die.

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I Scream in fear as I feel the pain
Please do not let my life be in vain.
I know I am hit, but cannot look.
What part of my body has the bullet took.
Distant explosions of the enemy I hear.
I know death is something I will never fear.
I let out a cry, for my buddies to hear
Please someone come I am laying here.
Echoes loud as my voice is carries in the night.
I must look such a frightful sight.
Blood is seeping, I can feel its run.
I am scared to think what the bullet has done.
My chest hurts I know it is bad.
But yet I have no will to get mad
I lay here alone my body is racked in pain.
I know now my life will never be the same.
Vulnerable all alone where is everyone
Will I see another day of sun?
Scared will I be left here to die alone.
This is when I wish I had my mobile phone
Helpless I lay here, with a mortal wound.
I can only think my life is doomed.
Waiting for the moment of death.
Is my time coming for my last breath?
I am too young to die, hear my plea.
Can someone please come and find me
I let out one last feeble howl
In case my mates are on the prowl.
Someone come I do not want to die.
I want to be able to look upon the sky.
Footsteps are coming in this direction.
Shout's of hey you, said with affection.
Patched up, morphine given for pain relief.
My thoughts of death now seem oh so brief
I guess my prayers were heard today.
Thank you god for allowing me to stay.
My thoughts turn to those who will never see the sun.
For them their duty has been done.
God bless all those who died today.
In our memories you will always stay.

Copyright © 2006 By Jo Lodge

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