Shot At Dawn

by | Jul 19, 2009 | Poetry | 1 comment

(Fusilier Joseph Byers 15576)

The Western Front that Hell On Earth
Was where a man could prove his worth.
When friends around you cruelly died
You soldiered on with fear and pride.
The noise, the pain, the doubts would come
And from the Jaw’s of Death you’d turn.
Your officers ordered you shot at dawn.
Obligations of duty duly met
A severe example had been set.
They did what an officer had to do
And all were lesser men than you.

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