There was no compensation <br />for the soldiers of The Great War: <br />Returning, they got on with life <br />there was really nothing more. <br />For they didn't speak about it <br />neither moan, complain nor dwell <br />because they were the victors <br />and had survived 'Bloody Hell! ' <br /> <br />So many of them went out there <br />a generation gave their youth <br />fighting side by side to victory <br />oblivious of the truth: <br />So... let us not forget them <br />Britain's finest and her best <br />that we could see a better day <br />fulfillment of their quest. <br /> <br />I wonder if you can name them? <br />Those from your family <br />who fought in the mud whilst serving <br />their King and country: <br />For innocence is but fleeting <br />and a lot of time has passed <br />as they faced that hell together <br />in the trenches, out in France. <br /> <br />For Lynne Burrows <br /> <br />France <br />November 2003<br /><br />Gillian.E. Shaw<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/out-in-france/
