Lest We Forget
2012©Caroline Doyle
Published by Rainbow Publishing
Smashwords Edition
Conscription
The boys wanted to stay at home
From their families they didn’t want to roam
They didn’t want to enlist
To be part of the military fist
But they didn’t have a choice
No one would listen to their voice
So they were forced into conscription
Into a life with no description
In this new life they were a number
Everyday they were treated dumber
For two years they were enslaved
And everyone had to be brave
Off into battle they had to go
What would happen, they didn’t know
If they would ever return back home
Or die upon the battle foam
Q-Ship (Decoy Ship)
The Q-SHIP was in the convoy
As a coaster it was disguised
If they didn't spot the u-boat
It could signal their demise
The seamen were enlisted men
With guns upon the deck
Hidden in the deck cargo
So the Germans wouldn't suspect
This decoy worked well
Saving many lives
Of the innocent seamen
Brings England’s supplies
Remembrance Day
Round the cenotaph they all do stand
With a wreath in their hand
To remember all the fallen
Who on the battlefield lay sprawling
Those men died in two world wars
They were brave right to the core
Every one of them did take heed
That their country, them did need
Their homeland they did protect
As the wars did it affect
On the land, sea and air
They fought the enemy to their lair
We must always stay proud of them
For everyone was a gem
Each one of them we should salute
As they have taken the heavenly route
Submariner
Every man and boy is brave
But its not notice that they crave
As they go about their daily chores
They never really find life a bore
Up to three months underwater
Never a chance to see son or daughter
They even travel under the ice cap
Every detail they always map
Every man is fully trained
More than one job is ingrained
They all know how to fight a fire
For the consequences be dire
Every one's happy with their post
Even when it's far from the coast
For their country they protect
As any enemy they can detect
The Passing In Parade
Out on the parade ground
Stand all the fine young men
They have done their training
And they know all of the gen
Their parents are watching proudly
And they all want to shout
That one of these fine young gentlemen
Was once a local lout
Then the troop is marching
They’re all in stride
They want to show the uniform
That they now wear with pride
The parade is finally over
And the troops can join their kin
Then off to celebration
Because the training they did win
They've now got some leave time
Before they join their boat
To spend with friends and family