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Watching Glory

Over the top we boldly came
With sharpest eyes to guide our aim
Knee deep in the mud of shame
With Generals watching.

Marching on with foot and horse
Barbed wire crossing every course
A giant unrelenting force
Machine guns watching.

Uncles, brothers, fathers, sons
Fell shredded by staccato guns
Are we now the lucky ones
Survivors watching?

And who were we supposed to thank
Artillery or heavy tank?
As bodies all around us sank
With no one watching.
First written in 1996 as a tribute to the soldiers of all nations from the First World War.
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