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Iraq Fights Back
A hole in the ground
So large and round,
Devours a soldier
Laying him in the ground
To leave no sound
Only echoes around,
Where silence lingers
And the hole gets bigger,
Where the soldier lies
Clutching his trigger
There is no sound in the ground
There is no-one around
To hear the silent sound.
By Thomas Sims
A young boy stood outside
The recruitment office door
One dark and foggy night,
The door’s swung open
The boy got a terrible fright
A Sergeant stood before him
bellowing with a thunderous voice,
“Have you been here before boy?”
But the the boy just stood his ground
And eventually replied,
“I’ve come to fight the war sir
I have experience you know,
I fought in world war one”
The Sergeant just laughed and said,
“But that was a hundred year’s ago”
“ Oh no” the boy cried,
When a green mist appeared
“It’s a gas attack”
“Can you smell the stench
Of the chlorine-gas?”
He shouted out with a panic stricken face,
The Sergeant started to cough and splutter
His eyes became all sore,
The boy said “Don’t you remember
Was it you that sent me off to a war?
It was me that stood at your door,
One hundred years ago
But you must realise that I am just a ghost”
With this the Sargeant shook is head,
Then he remembered the story
Of the farmers boy,
who roamed the streets at night,
Was this his ghost?
Of that boy who lost his life
One dark and foggy night
One hundred years ago
The first German gas AttacksDate, Thursday 21 April – 25 May 1915….Field Marshal Sir John French, Commander-in-Chief of theBritishArmy, wrote:….At first the French officers assumed that the Germaninfantrywere advancing behind a smoke…After thefirstGerman chlorinegas attacks,
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They stand in rows like soldiers on parade
Those memorial stones in the war cemetery
A poignant of those gallant men
Who died fighting to protect our liberty
Many words have been written about the great war
Words which describe the living hell
Words which should have a profound effect on our thinking
Words which remind us of the brave words who tell
They were fighting for the honour of our country
They were fighting to ensure we stayed free
That is what their sacrifice was made for
That is something that should be etched in our memory
These sacrifices should often be in our thoughts
Not just once a year on Remembrance day
When we watch the veterans march past cenotaph
Paying their tribute as the bands their solemn music play
We should think about those who cherish our traditions
We should think about those who died on a foreign shore
To think about the present and the future of our country
And to ask ourselves if this is what they were fighting for
Have we forgotten their ultimate sacrifice?
Of these men and women who died in their millions?
Brave and true, without question,
proud to be British, not ashamed to be Christian.
So many years have passed,
it seems our memory doesn’t last.
Forgetting these courageous people, to our shame.
Why can’t we remember their names?
How short is our memory?
That we have forgotten them already?
Died in their millions fighting for our freedom,
believing in our free democratic ideology.
What does it take to wake up this country,
to rise once again from its complacency?
How much more do we take, before we decide to fight,
for our beliefs, our traditions and our liberty?
by Simon Icke UK
This poem was recently published in the book THE GREAT BRITISH WRITE OFF