Unsung hero

forward forward he rode on, forward forward through the somme,

the sound of the hooves as he rode on by, the sight of men where they had lay to die,

the sound of gunfire all around, the sight of blood mixing with dirty cold wet mud on the ground,

but forward forward he rode on,
charging into the field of lies,
men who deserved more respect, the sight of men with fear in their eyes,

A war not of their own, men who charged on order, with their future seriously unknown,
in this terrible warzone,
they didnt know if they would again see home,
not wanting to die here or die alone,

But forwards forwards through the somme,
onwards charged an unsung hero of world war one,
forwards forwards into the somme – charged my great grandfather John

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