HD 5/6/40

Father and my Uncle fell then;
fresh soldiers,  two young men.
Highland troops, in fight gear,
engaging battle, enemy near.

Uncle Angus, machine gunner,
sadly killed, that dire Summer.
On same day, father fell too,
another hit man: further two.

Angus dead...wounded brother,
one killed man & maimed other;
our forces fought, retreated...
in battling on, the fight heated.

The number wounded and slain;
many dead. And others felt pain.
Numbers of 'family' suffered too,
so many 'fell'...'HD' knows who!

All 'parents', grieve for both;
'news-of'...as we'd all loath!
Angus fell - enriched in pride,
Roddy hit, and others beside.

'Roddy' restored, & over years,
both had caused many tears;
he bore his wounds with him:
battle scars: as all were a sin!

Such sad history is in the past,
the feelings...may surely last?
People are, from beyond  memory;
pleading, to prevent war entirely!

Amen

 

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