So valiantly hast thou thy battles fought
For everyone we love, as well as we.
Our fathers and our mothers lived to see
The grandchildren thy blood and valour bought.
And what a crime that none today are taught
The sacrifice thou chos’t as thy decree,
The horror thou hast braved so valiantly,
Thy blood with which their apathy was wrought.
How they will rage when next the bugle sounds
And none are left to stand before its call.
How they will curse thy gravestones one and all;
Yet none may wake thee in thy hallowed grounds.
With ramparts left unmanned, they’ll know the why,
And know thy sacrifice before they die.
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This is so very stirring. Sent to Gentle Mac on 10-12-2012.
…to the unknown soldier–one, and all, of many…
I was touched by your sonnet…..God has certainly given you a gift of words!
I feel most honoured that you would take the time to so state.