They not only fought the enemy, <br />but fought the elements as well. <br />They fought for their country <br />in lands far from home. <br />They fought rain, mud and the enemy <br />in trenches stained with blood <br />from those who had fallen there before. <br />They fought on and on <br />while the Generals watched <br />the slaughter from far away. <br />For their mistakes men died <br />by the score across the battlefield. <br />Their blood would stained the land <br />then and forever more. <br />Then came the gas <br />like a creeping mist across the battlefield <br />that silenced all in its wake. <br />It made no distinction to young or old, <br />just poisoned all it touched. <br />Their contorted bodies rotted where they fell. <br />They said this was a war to end all wars, but it wasn’t. <br />Almost twenty years later <br />men from different countries gathered to fight another war <br />and again in the trenches men fell. <br />The mechanics had changed; <br />machines became more prevalent across the battlefield, <br />still men died for small victories in the tide of war. <br /> <br />3 July 2008<br /><br />David Harris<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-war-to-end-all-wars-but-wasn-t/
