100,000 Men Wanted

>>  Sunday, August 10, 2014

 There was a crowd in the Town Square. Something was happening.

The band played rousing songs, the suffragettes shouted 'votes for women'.

 The Army Officers spoke about helping King and Country.
 As the men stepped forward the crowd cheered.
 How happy and proud the young lads looked and the band played Tipperary as they marched confidently away.
Away to excitement, adventure, the discipline young lads need and home by Christmas.

They read out the letters that the soldiers wrote home to tell their families about being wounded.

'I must stop writing now mother or I will fill the paper with sorrow.'

They went with songs to the battle, they were young.
Straight of limb, true of eye, steady and aglow.
They were staunch to the end against odds uncounted,
They fell with their faces to the foe.

They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old:
Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.
At the going down of the sun and in the morning,
We will remember them.


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