Fandango’s Friday Flashback — June 26
So many so young
Without freedom or choices
Ordinary lads
When the summons came
They left home and family
For bloody war fields
Not knowing their fate
They packed up for the journey
Many to their deaths
And those that came back
Were changed for ever and so
Too should we be changed
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That innocence of 1914 is so tragic. You capture it well.
Best wishes, Pete. x
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Thanks Pete. When I first wrote this I had been doing research on my family, and my great grandmother’s son was killed in the Furst World War, and I researched the whole of his war experience. He was SO brave. And it was SO sad. He started out as just an irdinary country biy, a farm labourer. He was only 19 when he was killed, just towards the end of the War. They had advanced a long way through France and he had survived many battles. The war memorial in Blyton, my home village, is just by Rose Cottage, where my great grandmother, who was also my godmother, lived. She was a lively lady. There is a beautiful horse chestnut tree by the war memorial now, and you can sit there an think. Only someone has now taken the seat away. Maybe because of lockdown. My relative’s name is on that war memorial. So so sad Pete. Xx
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so many lost so young to war! So sad!
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