Shot at dawn

In our hearts we see your smile - in our hearts we love you still.
In our minds you dwell with us and in our hearts you always will!
 
Oh! So young and off to war to help to keep your country free.
To make us proud always of you - you marched away with your Company!
 
To foreign lands you sailed away - where bombs and trenches became your home.
Comrades dying all around  - feeling frightened  - left all alone!
 
Wounded soldiers all around you - arms and limbs scattered round about.
Noise and confusion, mud and dirt - "Mercy! Mercy!" heard them shout!
 
Just a boy  -  alone and scared, confused and numb  - disorientated
Drifting from your own Platoon  - from reality - totally alienated!
 
Some time later found alone - shaking, cold and quite shell-shocked.
No heard excuses or Doctors sought - but into a bunker he is locked!
 
Higher Ranks no tolerance made!  "He'll be shot at dawn!" is what they said.
"A coward or deserter no good for us!"  So they stood him up and shot him dead!
 
The letter came to give the news  - our child lies dead in some foreign ground!
His dreams no more to be fulfilled - his voice no more will make sweet sound!
 
They say we must not speak his name  -  he brought disgrace to his own Country!
This shell-shocked child of seventeen - not so long ago sitting on a Mother's knee!
 
When war was over - heroes returned.  Some with medals and wounds galore.
But many still lay where they fell  - to be remembered nevermore!
 
But what of him they said brought shame??  Generations came and went
Before recognising he too was brave and that for his land his life was spent!
 
Forgotten men and boys alike  - they fought to keep their Country free!
Ah yes!!   Too late now we honour them!   May the rest in peace eternally!

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