Will They be Remembered
An adventure, a journey,
Was what we all thought
We’ll be heroes, honoured
Proudly we stood tall
Boarding the ship to our destiny.
It was nothing like I expected,
As I choked on the gas
Fighting through smoke,
The smell of death in the air.
The exchange of fire endless.
Down in the trenches
Rats everywhere
Crawling over the dead
The wounded solders cries
Echo through the trenches.
I hold me friend close,
As the wound in his chest worsens
His eyes slowly glaze over
His hand limp in mine
My sobs unheard over the roar of battle.
White crosses in a row
Flanders field deathly silent,
As I stand there I can’t help but wonder
Is war worth the lives paid?
Will they be remembered?
