Soldiers Fade Away

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We sent them off to war,

these bright young men

We had no knowledge of what they saw,

They were  bright young men  no more .

 

Yes they were brave and they were whole

Those that survived had all lost their soul.

Many died, they were the lucky ones , death to them was kind.

Those who returned were faded in body and mind.

 

Their loved ones at first relieved

Soon found they had much cause to grieve.

Though there in body broken, they were not home in their mind

Whether whole in body or not they had left their minds behind.

 

They went out whole, these bright young things

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They went full of pride for God and Kings

They ran head long into hell

Yet on return they could not relinquish it’s  bad spell.

 

So we had a nation of half men ghosts

Whimpering fearful their heads still have them at their posts.

The trenches and the blasts of bombs, the smell of death

Clung to them and bled them dry, the whole in body, the blind, the amputee it was as if the battle, they never left

 

We sent them off to war,

These bright young men

We had no knowledge of what they saw,

They were bright young men no more.

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32 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. Michael
    Nov 11, 2016 @ 04:48:16

    Its a day for remembering Willow, my maternal grandfather went to the western front and was gassed……once he was well enough they sent him back. By age 56 he was dead…..

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    • willowdot21
      Nov 11, 2016 @ 06:53:51

      The ‘great war ‘ as they called the first world effected so many. I remember family relatives mentioned,terrible storied. A war to end all wars, something better to come home to? Nothing changes.

      Reply

  2. summertime75
    Nov 11, 2016 @ 07:18:41

    Thank you, a moving piece

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    • willowdot21
      Nov 11, 2016 @ 08:35:41

      I was struck by the painting all the young men going from whole to ghosts of themselves, dead or alive. I hate all war. xxxx

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      • summertime75
        Nov 11, 2016 @ 09:30:58

        Sadly it doesn’t look as if we’ve learned anything. I saw a programme about the power of film and imagery, the film maker said that they were setting up their cameras as a group of dispirited young soldiers approached them, seeing the cameras they stood erect, even the wounded and marched past not wanting to show any sign of defeat, makes you wonder where people draw such strength and determination.

      • willowdot21
        Nov 11, 2016 @ 13:17:29

        I just do not know, but I do know they can suffer terribly in silence. xxxx

  3. summertime75
    Nov 11, 2016 @ 07:54:05

    Reblogged this on Grumpy old fart!!!.

    Reply

  4. TanGental
    Nov 11, 2016 @ 08:50:54

    very moving, very powerful

    Reply

  5. Bernadette
    Nov 11, 2016 @ 10:57:21

    This reminds me so much of our Vietnam Vets who came back as ghosts of themselves.

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  6. Judy E Martin
    Nov 11, 2016 @ 16:57:15

    That was beautifully written, Willow. So very moving xxxx

    Reply

  7. Let's CUT the Crap!
    Nov 11, 2016 @ 17:15:14

    A moving tribute, Willow. Well done. ❤ ❤ ❤

    Reply

  8. Lynz Real Cooking
    Nov 12, 2016 @ 14:04:07

    Wonderful tribute Willow

    Reply

  9. davidguerrieriwrites
    Mar 16, 2017 @ 19:09:59

    So it goes – K.V. It always resonates with subjects of war. Best, DG.

    Reply

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