A call to arms, for one final push <br />I call to god but theirs a deathly hush <br />I call again for divine intervention <br />But gods on holiday, he just forgot to mention <br /> <br />I call for my late father to please make an appearance <br />I call to my mother for her soft reassurance <br />I call again to all I hold sacred <br />But all is silent and my words just hang naked <br /> <br />I recall my childhood with bittersweet flashbacks <br />I recall playing chicken on the nearby rail track <br />I recall again all friendships I've bonded <br />But my love I'll miss most, if only I'd absconded <br /> <br />I recall all my enemies both present and past <br />I recall all to easily through echoing blasts <br />I recall again dear friends and foes <br />But the tears start to fall as the whistles blow<br /><br />Andrew Daglish<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/wwi-remembered/
