They marched off to war, to fight for good old England.
They marched off to war under a new flag to foreign lands.
There they fought and fought and fought for good old England.
They came back feeling victorious and prideful under a tattered flag.
And they came back underneath that ragged flag,
Who saw thousands of her children fall to protect her, never to rise again.
To protect that ragged tattered flag they charged up Turkish cliffs,
Under a stream of hail and fire and lead.
Yet they found that the Dardanelles was too strong,
And they left their fallen brethren behind.
To sail away to new adventures and win the war,
Before coming home to their sweethearts and a reward.
They fought and fought and fought for peace and freedom,
And eventually the Aussies came through alongside their New Zealand brethren.
Peace is a well earned reward, to find that you can live a normal life with a few extra medals.
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War Poetry
PoetryA myriad collection of my own war poetry ranging from pride to sadness and anguish. Will range from Gallipoli to the Western Front. Mainly Australian, as that is my home country. ----Ongoing, probably will never be FULLY completed----
