Who's for the trench—
Are you, my laddie?
Who'll follow French—
Will you, my laddie?
Who's fretting to begin,
Who's going out to win?
And who wants to save his skin—
Do you, my laddie?
Who's for the khaki suit—
Are you, my laddie?
Who longs to charge and shoot—
Do you, my laddie?
Who's keen on getting fit,
Who means to show his grit,
And who'd rather wait a bit—
Would you, my laddie?
Who'll earn the Empire's thanks—
Will you, my laddie?
Who'll swell the victor's ranks—
Will you, my laddie?
When that procession comes,
Banners and rolling drums—
Who'll stand and bite his thumbs—
Will you, my laddie?
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RUBBISH!
From guest R. McGillion (contact)
"My Friend, you would not tell with such high zest To Children ardent for some desperate glory, The old lie: Dulce et decorum est pro patria mori." this from the poem Dulce Et Decorum Est by Wilfred Owen was, in its first draft dedicated to Jessie Pope. She had no experiance of trench warfare and was ignorant of the real suffering of the soldiers. -
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From guest sally (contact)
it would be good if you put info on about what their oppinions on war would be -
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Lovely
this poem brings home the youth of our Armies and the innocence of youth hold little wisdom but the age of the power above them take the decision to go to war i hope the balance is true and our loss is never invain
God Bless Our Brave Defenders
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