Remember today; brothers, fathers and sons.
The blood, the bullets, the terrible guns.
Far away places, far distant times,
Old family portraits, those names brought to mind.
Pause and reflect a moment or two.
But for them it could have been you.
Consider a moment a life unlived
How could it feel,
To give your expected days
And future stolen in myriad ways.
No mark on the world, all your dreams unfulfilled.
No aspirations, no regrets,
No life ever built.
Remember today; brothers, fathers and sons.
The blood and the bullets, the terrible guns.
Far away places, far distant times,
Old family portraits, those names brought to mind.
Pause and reflect a moment or two.
But for them it could have been you.
Words and image by Alistair.
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4 comments:
A fine piece of writing Alistair. I especially appreciate the inclusion of both "aspirations and regrets."
When I transcribed the WWI letters of my great-uncle, a casualty of the Second Battle of the Marne, I ached for his longing to come home, to marry his fiancee, to again make music.
I've often wondered how different the course of our family might have been had he lived--and that wondering multiplied so many times over for so many families.
A poignant piece of writing.
Hari OM
Perfectly pitched Alastair... thank you. YAM xx
Cheers folks. Much appreciated!
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