DEAR editor,
It is the time of the year when I pause
By the War Memorial
In beautiful, verdant Alexandra Park
And the red roses which sway in the breeze
Remind me of all the blood spilt
By brave young men, plenty of whom
Said goodbye to loved ones, boarded a train
And never returned to the Vale again.
But the tragedy is multiplied many times
For grieving families wouldn't see
Their dear sons step through the front door again
For war is not glorious, it is ghastly
As I reflect on poor souls terribly maimed
Horrific images playing inside their heads
Envying comrades who tragically fell
Mere words cannot describe such a hell.
So, it is the time of the year when I pause
And thank God I've been spared the horror of war
And can admire golden leaves as they flicker down.
But we must not forget their sacrifice
Therefore I wear my poppy with pride
And feel ashamed of my petty woes.
I stand to admire the Channel view
Think of Wilfred Owen, Rupert Brooke too.
Guy Fletcher
Pantmawr
Cardiff
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