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To My Great Uncle George (poem)

By Paul Cameron

(In Memory of November 11, 1918)

Gassed in the trenches on Armistice Day,

You and your buddies huddled to stay low

With gas masks secured you knelt down to pray

One hundred years ago

And in the autumn morning sun

In a trench like ducks in a row

Each one of you clinched a gun

One hundred years ago

At the eleventh hour on that day,

The guns were silenced as you know,

And the fighting began to fade away

One hundred years ago

Fallen comrades not to ever grow old,

Always remembered their sacrifice to the foe.

Through your tears their stories are told.

One hundred years ago.

—Paul Cameron