Both my grandfathers served during the war and, thankfully for my existence, both came home. Here’s a poem I wrote for Anzac Day and Rememberence Day…and for them. RIP Bill & Norm.
War made men of boys and heroes of men
and heroes of fathers who came home again
but children have children and Glory gets old
old soldiers die before their stories are told …
Too late we blow bugles
Lest We Forget
that Glory’s forgotten by those it protects