LETTER: Fitting poem for Remembrance weekend
MY father was 70 this year and whilst looking back in old photos and items for his birthday he went through a poem he wrote back in 1972 which when I read it thought how fitting it was for this coming weekend.
Gone off to war will I see him no more.
Does he know the reasons he's fighting for.
To stand in between a man and his dream, to die for something there's no meaning for.
Someone’s took a gun and shot down my son, there he lays oh so young, looks in amaze at this war torn place, sighs and says god what have they done.
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Hide AdWouldn’t it be nice to open up my eyes one morning and see you my son, to know you've come home and left them all alone to fight a war in which you don't belong.
By JM Scott, of Maltby, 1972
Donna Quarrell