The endless rows of white stones
Towering lists of names carved into time
A central memorial
Looks out over green fields
A blank stone with 4 lonely words
‘Known only unto god’
A family without closure
A soul with no name
It’s hard to think that the battlefields of
Are now lush farmland
The horrors of war
Merely ploughed away
I have never seen these sights
It would break my heart to do so
Just hearing the tales that come from the trenches
Makes my blood run cold
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