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The Battle Forevermore (Passchendale)

Contributed by ryanjoesphliedtky on Thursday, 14th October 2004 @ 05:04:37 PM in AEST
Topic: Event

While lying safe on my bed
I felt a passion come over me.
Passchendaele: the battle of the dead.

I longed to know the story of number three.
The third battle, which held no end.
The first battle for the free.

The battle in which the great neutral came to defend
The lands which could not be saved,
It was the battle that could never end.

It was the battle for nothing. No ground to be claimed.
The propaganda machine of the east
Marched against life to the battle of shame.

Passchendaele…how sweet the name yet fierce the beast
That held its ground while the river Styx
Flooded with those whose existence ceased.

The warriors climbed over the wall while their leaders slept in brick.
The soldiers rushed upon a magic
That had never been seen before. Those pricks!

Those leaders who let men meet death, tragically,
By cannon fire. Bullets rusted by the tears of the dead.
A wall of enemy fire met them tragically.

Still, they followed the command of their heads.
They did not question the commands aloud,
But silently in their heads. They could smell death.

The great power was like the hound
That will attack until its master,
Or itself, is dead and six feet underground.

They kept coming, faster and faster,
The bullets that took the young men.
The allies attacked; again disaster.

Never had anyone been
In a war like this that took the lives of so many.
So many eighteen year old men.

To their deaths they took over the hill
The story of their days at Passchendaele.

Copyright Â© ryanjoesphliedtky ... [ 2004-10-14 17:04:37]
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Re: The Battle Forevermore (Passchendale) (User Rating: 1 )
by Essentially9 on Friday, 10th December 2004 @ 08:02:45 PM AEST
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powerful write. very informative and expressive.

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