Today I died.
But My death will not be mourned.
No pallbearers shall carry my casket,
No eulogy will be delivered.
No friends or family will shed a tear.
My life was uneventful,
I earnt an honest living,
I spent so little of my wage
My family long since gone,
Died themselves, or lost and moved
Contact lost as the years moved on
I was a hermit; friendly but friendless
Never socialising, preferring my own company
Over that of my fellow man.
But I stood up for what I believed
Focused Unselfish, giving, driven and determined
Were words that would we be shouted over my grave,
Had then been a funereal.
I remember now as I stood amongst that field,
Blood red with poppies,
A field so far from home,
Yet somehow I was at peace.
I stood a man young, 22;
In a pasture, in a country new,
I was a loner, but now I had a purpose.
For King and Country had asked me,
But one favour,
To stand and fight,
To give my life if that time should come.
As I ran towards the trenches;
I could feel the enemy fire,
Racing past my face,
I charged towards my opponents’ camp,
To face my unknown fate.
I saw the face of the German soldier that took my life today.
He was young and scared like me,
But prepared to give his life,
In defence of what he loved,
Defending it to death.
I died today, but shed no tear;
For you know me not, I no longer have a name.
I am the unknown soldier,
A man of virtue true, that gave his life so far from home,
So you could live in this land
This place you call your home.
I wrote this a little while ago, after yelling at a kid that complained that we had “Anzac Day”