WW1, my grandfather, and his three brothers. Took part in many battles, and survive to return home. Yet, in my local, town, one mothers four sons did not. So I cant help thinking how, why my family members did survive.
must of turned stumbling out of the trenches while climing the runs of lader
to go off in to battles of World War One
in to some kind art, stumbling, sliping on and up the lader runs
when the whistle blew,ordering the line to go over the top
so bad were Joe's attempts the sergeants and officer, made shure granddad Joe, were among the last to go up and over the top! They did not supeck Jo's, well maybe, maybe not
could not prove a thing anyway! 'cos once Joe were evenchely out, he were about the hun, with bayonet, rifle but, one time, I heard, he used the brim tin of in hat, with great affect! to live or die, them or him! Granddad, Joe, did what ever meant survival!
so the enemy's guns to move on down the line, letting granddad Joe, live that little bit longer - while other's died, granddad lived, while yout so many died!
just how, why, did granddad Joe, survive - THAT WAR! I can only spatulate
when so maney did not?
I have honestly wonded, why I am hear, how come my dad were conceived?
I do not belive in any God, or guardean angel, load of nosance! He did not belive in luck
you make your own luck
ken d williams
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MY GRANDDAD JOE P. WILLIAMS (WW1)
I suspect my granddad Joe cunning in the ways of surviving the ways of warmust of turned stumbling out of the trenches while climing the runs of lader
to go off in to battles of World War One
in to some kind art, stumbling, sliping on and up the lader runs
when the whistle blew,ordering the line to go over the top
so bad were Joe's attempts the sergeants and officer, made shure granddad Joe, were among the last to go up and over the top! They did not supeck Jo's, well maybe, maybe not
could not prove a thing anyway! 'cos once Joe were evenchely out, he were about the hun, with bayonet, rifle but, one time, I heard, he used the brim tin of in hat, with great affect! to live or die, them or him! Granddad, Joe, did what ever meant survival!
so the enemy's guns to move on down the line, letting granddad Joe, live that little bit longer - while other's died, granddad lived, while yout so many died!
just how, why, did granddad Joe, survive - THAT WAR! I can only spatulate
when so maney did not?
I have honestly wonded, why I am hear, how come my dad were conceived?
I do not belive in any God, or guardean angel, load of nosance! He did not belive in luck
you make your own luck
ken d williams
The Dyslexic Wordsmith
Poetry by ken d williams
Read 459 times
Written on 2017-09-08 at 14:34
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