A poem My Grandfather wrote WW1 veteranBoy Throttleman |
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Old Salt Posts: 431 | Subject: A poem My Grandfather wrote WW1 veteran A MESSAGE We died— and yearned once more to see The dear. Far distant land that gave us birth; To feel again. beneath our rough-shod feet The homelands sacred soil; unsullied earth. We died—but having died have found God’s peace, in rude-dug trench in plain and dale And rest from all the mad, heartrending toil That battle urged at brink of Marne and cross the Vesle. We died—to bring once more the boon Of peace and safety to a war-worn world We slumber, where we fell, content, serene. Amid hushed guns and battle ensigns furled. We died—and this earth where we fell Is ours to rest in, ransomed with our blood Here then let us lie; our dust the sign Of world redeemed in Freedom’s brotherhood. Nay—trouble not again this tortured ground Whose scarce-healed scars our sacrifice enshroud. These mould’ ring forms of ours, your once beloved, Rest here before a world in homage bowed. —E. G. Kastenhuber. JR. Ex-Captain, Sanitary Corps, A. E. F. | ||
