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Gunners' Gallipoli

I was so excited that day,
When I signed my life to war.
Adventure awaiting me with this uniform.
I wrote back home telling them,
Of how I couldn't wait till I fought,
Those devilish Turks.

Now I'm here death around every corner;
This must be hell because nothing,
Could be worse than what we face.
How can this be beneficial to anyone?
Other than the feasting rats,
Full on the flesh of someone's son or father.

I know I'll die on this mountain,
With the sea air on my back.
There is no point of avoiding it,
For there's a bullet with my name.

I am running up the mountain,
To my gattling gun post.
The enemy should be sleeping.
I hear a gun shot,
Bounding off the stone walls.

My heart is pounding,
But still I run on.
My breath is growing short,
And I feel pain in my back.
Now I realize I left a trail of blood.

I fall to my knees and stare,
At the gleaming sky.
It's the only thing pure,
Surrounding these muddy trenches.

I die with a smile,
Written on my face.
Mama will be happy that I made it,
Even this far.
My only regret is dieing,
For a war that isn't mine.


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4)Soldiers/The war

I'm a monkey with purple hair. This is about the war at Gallipoli and I'm sorry if I offended any Turkish people on Ap but I was in the Australians perspective.

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  • dustookie2
    November 16, 2008

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    Hood Winked!!

    This was the war supposedly to end all wars. The ANZAC spirit lives on 90 years later and still what has changed....we are still sending people off to war. A young nation still a child clinging to a mothers apron... the youngest solider to die in WW1 was only 14 years old. Each April 25 we stop and remember this horrific war honour those who gave the ultimate for their country....a mark of respect not too much for us to pay. Yet I cannot help but wonder what it will take for the world to learn wars kill and maim people screw up their heads there just has to be a better way. 'At the going down of the sun we will remember them. Lest we forget.'

    I like to seek poems out that I call lonely poems and give them a comment You hve been Hood Winked.