and this embattled land becomes ours
after a liberating fight against the German Empire.
The face of all that is evil in our eyes.
Taken by using the full strength
of the marching, determined Allied Forces.
So many of our nations marching as one,
unified in our desire to give back freedom
to the ones that are frightened
and hiding, starving in their basements.
I have seen combat before in this war
but not to the extremes that I have seen
marching along these river banks.
So much screaming death
received from savage, passionate hands.
One had to believe that with every fallen man
a step towards taking the German Empire
would be for the taking.
There were so many bodies
that you could not tell
who was friend or foe.
A mixture of bodies
blended into the ground
from the trail of new armoured tanks.
Fertilizer for years of planted field scars.
Covered in soil and sweat,
I questioned everything
as the sun fell over the river.
Tired, I look over the ridge
into the river below
and seeing piles of parts
that once belonged to people.
My allies or enemies,
It did not matter.
Wonder to myself,
as I look around at the graves,
after this war is over
how long would they lay there
dead in the fields and the flowing water
to be found and taken home
from the River Somme?
July 28, 2015
© Andrew Scott – Just a Maritime Boy 2015