Friday, April 15, 2016

On Passing Through St. Martin's Gate

On Passing Through St. Martin's Gate


All buried together, these thousand men
Never to see their comarades again
Death became the great leveler
There was never a shot fired in anger
Here lies a lad who gave his all
Came East from the village of Thackerstall
Entered the war with his best mate
Together they entered through St. Martin's Gate



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