please remember us

 

we are,

the overpowering sound of guns & tanks

that cause everyone pain & suffering

we are,

the wilted, beautifully crimson poppies

in Flander's Field

we are, 

the serene doves

that shut out the malice,

the fighting below us

we are,

the blood stained land

that people stand on

taking the lives of others

yet trying to stay living

we are,

the foul, muddy trenches

with rats & insects

that carry awful diseases

we are,

the nurses & doctors

who care for the wounded soldiers & fighters

we are,
the loved ones

who sit at home

each day crying bitter tears

waiting, always waiting

we are,

the death & sadness

that war causes

we are,

the fighters & soldiers

who made November 11th

a day to remember

Please remember us.


{This is a poem I wrote years ago for my grade 9 English class and read aloud in front of the whole school at my Junior High School's Remembrance Day ceremony.  Remembrance Day is a very special day for me because my Grandfather fought in WWII (see last year's post) and my Dad works for Veteran's Affairs.  On the 11th hour of the 11th day of the 11th month, lest we forget.}

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