WWI Turkish Tombstone
I respect the soldier
no matter the country
they all were just babies
fighting and suffering and dying
for the dreams of old, tired men.
Right or Wrong, they were only kids.
JL
Tread lightly, 'tis a soldiers grave,
A lonely, mossy mound;
And yet to hearts like mine and thine
It should be holy ground.
Speak softly, let no careless laugh,
No idle, thoughtless jest,
Escape your lips where sweetly sleeps
The hero in his rest.
For him no reveille will beat
When morning beams shall come;
For him, at night, no tattoo rolls
Its thunders from the drum.
Tread lightly! for a man bequeathed,
Ere laid beneath this sod,
His ashes to his native land,
His gallant soul to God.
WWI Turkish Tombstone
I respect the soldier
no matter the country
they all were just babies
fighting and suffering and dying
for the dreams of old, tired men.
Right or Wrong, they were only kids.
JL