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Zeppelin Zip zap Zeppelin Chug chug chug Cross the channel Chip chop Bombs drop.
So half terms over, back at work. But it was a super break, despite receiving an email to my personal address from a governor asking for my input on 'non- negotiables'.
You go to war willingly,. Not for what you believe,. Or because it's right,. But to save yourself. From a real fight,. No idea that death will. Hold your hand for. Two years; bearing the.
I have always believed that there can never be an excuse for lying, that is until I read this poem.
Première guerre mondiale, une guerre totale I.
"There will be NO cowards in my regiment. We will fight to the death and fight as honourable gentlemen.
Guess it's time to make a move mum. Do I really have to go jack I don't think I will last in that bloody home.
My grandad fought upon them fields, where poppies bloom and grew,. Where men would stand and fight, and be friends with all but a few,. Gun shots sounded, screams were heard,.
The diary of Robert Scotts Guess it's time to make a move mum. Do I really have to go jack I don't think I will last in that bloody home.
Bent double, like old beggars under sacks, Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge, Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs And towards our distant rest began to trudge.
I’m here in the English Trenches, , I just hope this war ends soon. I have a terrible secret. It’s been with me since I was 16, 19 years ago today. I’m Jonathan, but everyone calls me Johnny.
Barbed wire and mud, Mud and wire and rain, Shouts, screams and gunfire, Never ending pain. Waiting for our call, The time for us to fight, Writing shakily by hand, Be it day or night.
Remember remember. The 11th of November. 'Cause men died in war for us. Gas may have killed. And guns may have thrilled. But on the 11of November it stopped. People suffered, got injured and died,.
I was doing some research into the significance of the Poppy I came across this and wanted to share it with you guys. .
In no mans land they found each other, two solders far from their trench. An Englishman and a German, amongst the body's and the stench.
At the request of @smellyfingers Although the noise of the guns was like incessant thunder in the dark skies overhead; I did not retreat.
They say time is a great healer But I can't agree I was one of the lucky ones Or am I, I can no longer see Blinded by an artillery blast But at least I made it out alive I lock away those memories I...
It was days before they moved him And his bloodied face I had to kick off the rats No burial in this hellish place I wrote a letter to mother That he died in my loving arms Reassure her remaining...
So beautiful /••\ \••/ |< In Flanders fields the poppies blow Between the crosses, row on row, That mark our place; and in the sky The larks, still bravely singing, fly Scarce heard amid the guns...
#wewillrememberthem It was my nineteenth birthday yesterday I didn't celebrate on my own My twin brother James is here Together we have loved and grown It's been raining for endless days All around...
Dear Ann Hey honey not sure if your going to get this letter or not but it's worth a try.
(just to note, I wrote this as a point of view from straight after WW1) Violent delights, End in violent terms, Peace is achieved with the battle of guns. With or without honour.
It was cold and wet in the trenches, the great war of 1914. Samuel was a soldier now, three days on the frontline, still 'green'. Not accustomed to the blood and dirt.
Are you watching, British Tommies, from somewhere up above. Do you see the tiny village square in the country that you love.