ARMISTICE DAY 
 
     It seems so odd that gunfire, we can no longer hear
     That terrible sound we lived with for four long years.
     The memories and the horrible stench
     Of our dead friends laying in the trench
     And the clouds of Mustard gas that make you wrench
     As you lay gasping for air on a bench.
 
     This is the  eleventh month of the eighteenth year
The survivors are crawling out of their trench's to stand and cheer.
     Few are still around that came here four years ago.
     Most all perished in the mud and snow
     Struck down by the enemy's constant blow's
     Or disappeared in action.Where to? we shall never know.
 
     From Vimy Ridge to the Argonne and to Flanders fields
     Marble crosses are all that a war really yields.
     My eye's are wet the tear drops never dry
     As I stand at look at shell holes and wonder why
     All the young men had to come here to die.
     Shouldn't people in all nations drop their heads and cry?
 
     In 1914 the young men came running from city and farm
     When they heard the King,cry the alarm.
     When they went into action the first time at Verdun
     Out of their trenchs,through the wire they started to run
     Across no mans land to the hated Hun
     The machine guns cut them down, Everyone.
 
     At Flanders fields where now Poppies grow
     A hundred thousand men stood and faced the foe.
     It was at Ypres the great battle began
     Across that terrible field brave English boys ran
     The Hun knew the War departments plan
     Their guns struck down the Regiments man by man.
 
     Then in nineteen fifteen at the terrible battle of Neuve Chapelle
     This time poison gas made the soldiers life a hell.
     From all of the British Empire the fighting men came
     To be swept away in this horrible game.
     How many thousand crosses bear their name
     How many more did this war cripple and maim.
 
     From all the Empire came young men to help in the fight
     They knew the Hun was wrong and we are right.
     That  Kaiser Wilhelm  the German leader went too far
     When his army marched through the Ruhr.
     But  millions of  British lads have had the esprit de corps
 To stand up and say, It is the end never again will there be a war.

~Elmer Ake~

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