JH (January 4,1931 / a citizen of the world)

Anyone, Everyone's Son

He was anyone, everyone's son.
A splendid, strapping lad
with a smile to make an angel blush;
So innocent, shy and wide.

There was goodness in his every gesture,
and in every stride of his bold step;
As he marched off with his regiment
to a war not of his making, but he went.

Without complaint he went, believing
it was his duty to fight beside his mates;
Even if the odds were great, as they died
in their thousands like slaughtered sheep.

Sheltered by the Somme in an unmarked grave
where memory saves forgetfulness, that, and his
final letter are all that remain of anyone, everyone's son.

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My dad survived The Somme but two of his brothers are still there. I guess that's what A Brightly Coloured Parrot is about 10
I, as a woman think, if I don't watch war, hear about war, it will go away. I HATE WAR! Have you read Ridge Cahill's poems on this site? They tear my heart in two. Good on you Jerry! Up with your poetry and down with war! Karin Anderson
I, as a woman think, if I don't watch war, hear about war, it will go away. I HATE WAR! Have you read Ridge Cahill's poems on this site? They tear my heart in two. Good on you Jerry! Up with your poetry and down with war! Karin Anderson
this is a very deep and loving poem my uncle went to war and is comming back soon i miss him dearly -heather
You have created a great memorial to the anonymous soldier - i came and stay silent for some minutes, thinking and leave my simple comment...
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