| Inspired by a trip to the WWI Battlefields, based on the story of Jack Kipling. Giving a voice and purpose to the death of those soldiers who have no known grave. |
I Am The Unknown Soldier
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A Letter to an Unknown SoldierTo an Unknown Soldier of the Great War, It's been almost a century since your death now. Whoever you are. There could well be no one left who remembers you or knows your story. But still the echoes of your death can be heard, ringing out clearly in the silence of those two minutes. One day a year, we remember your sacrifice.A Letter to an Unknown Soldier
All of those men and women and children; poppies pinned to their chests, hands clasped as they pray for peace. You are on all of their faces and in all of their hearts. You, who was so maimed that you were rendered unrecognisable. Whose family might never have known whether you wer
by ~blackpoppies
What is Love?What would you call love? I've been thinking about that a lot, recently. Surely there isn't some thick black line between liking a person, and loving them. There are levels of it, right? You can love a person as a sibling, as a friend, as more. You can obsess constantly over a person, or they can just be there in the back of your mind. They can govern your moods, or they can be the person that you always want to see. Obsession is different from love, I think. To be thinking of a person all the time isn't love on its own. It's infatuation. Knowing that you would do anything for a person, but never thinking about them...What is Love?
by ~blackpoppies
Always Ours - Harry PatchIn 1914, you were nothing more than another brave Tommy in a pointless war. Of the millions of men who faced cannons and bombs at Cambrai or Ypres, Loos or the Somme, you were never unique among comrades and friends, who gave up there lives, or survived to the end.Always Ours - Harry Patch
But, then, as the last, you encompassed them all; the remaining, the one who still didn’t fall. You stood for all that were killed, and the horrors they saw, for the hope of peace, and an end to all war.
Now you, the final, the last of the last has gone to his Father; the torch has been passed. &nb
by ~blackpoppies
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Join the army“Join the army, see the world” The recruiting poster said. So I signed away my life that day And now I’m cold and dead.Join the army
“It’s not for oil,” Tony claimed “Or George you fight today But to defeat this man, and his evil plan For the weapons he’s hidden away”
So we fired our guns, and dropped our bombs And won Blairs little war. But no weapons we found beneath the ground What were we fighting for?
Through shot and shell and roadside bomb The death toll slowly mounts. But I’ve learnt the truth – you need no proof! ‘Cus it’s politics that
by =andanar
PrioritySun bleached walls, pock-marked with bullet holes, burnt out cars, Dead eyed children playing in the dust as another funeral passes by. Soldiers in body armour, young and as frightened as their Arab neighbours Another generation learning to hate, to kill, to suffer.Priority
A lifeless body cradled still in its mothers arms, The smoke rising from a thousand fires, stinging the eyes. Empty bags stamped with the Red Cross or Crescent blow past Disappearing with the hope they once promised as a people starve.
Desperate hands claw at the rubble that was once a home, Working through the af
by =andanar
The Armourer.I am the one who’ll build the bomb That hangs beneath the jet. Loads cannon well, with shot and shell Who ensures the fuse is set.The Armourer.
I work long days, ‘neath suns hot rays In deserts dry and hot. To see death rain from sky again This is the armourer’s lot.
But think not I am harsh and cruel I love and dream like you Yet man’s born to fight, be it wrong or right I’ll do what I must do.
But I hope one day, I’ll fade away And tell my final story. For it isn’t true, what they say to you: There is in death no glory.
by =andanar
Lest We Forget.Today I met two brothers as I walked upon the path, And I listened to their story as they spoke. Of the service they had given, and the price that they had paid Midst the blood, the mud, the pain and fire and smoke.Lest We Forget.
The early rays of summer were warm upon their backs As together they marched proudly off to war. With their regimental banner, through the streets and cheering crowds This nation's youth who'd heard this nations call.
Now the rain was gently falling, from a sky of sullen grey, As they slowly trudged in silence to the line. There to face the living hell that
by =andanar
Rememberance Day
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- Current Residence: Somewhere a long way away from normality
- Interests: Flute, clarinet, piano, guitar, writing, photography
- Favourite movie: The LotR films - I loved the last one more than the book
- Favourite band or musician: Nickelback, Evanescance, Green Day
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