12 November 2006

Lest We Forget

To save your life, you asked this man to die.
Would this man, could he see you now, ask why?
Epitaph for the Unknown Soldier, W H Auden

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Soldier's Dream

I dreamed kind Jesus fouled the big-gun gears;
And caused a permanent stoppage in all bolts;
And buckled with a smile Mausers and Colts;
And rusted every bayonet with His tears.

And there were no more bombs, of ours or Theirs,
Not even an old flint-lock, not even a pikel.
But God was vexed, and gave all power to Michael;
And when I woke he'd seen to our repairs.

Wilfred Owen, 1893-1918


zilla said...

Good post, Cheryl.


Writer Mom said...

Of same mind, you and Z.

I've been reading Wildred Owen all morning. Should be required text for the world on remembrance day.

beckyboop said...

Very nice. The Poppy Appeal sounds like some of the work the Soldiers' Angels


do here in the U.S.

Becky :)

Anonymous said...

Very moving Cheryl.

I'm back by the way hon :-)

I'm here


I would have had my old address back, but some damn spam blog nicked it.

How are you?

sidhe said...

what monumental heartache expressed so simply...