The Young Soldier

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Historical Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic
This was written after my trip to Vimy Ridge France

Submitted: January 01, 2009

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Here, as I stand on top of Vimy Ridge
Looking out upon the rows of crosses of the fallen
I look to the holes created by the shelling
Around ten shells per square foot
I can see the soldiers running through the desolate landscape
Watch them as they are shot or blown up
I look upon one cross
One of about forty of the canadians who died on the first day
Sixteen, that was the age of the boy who fought where men fought
A boy who had yet to live life, and lived through horrors unknown
My eyes swell as I look upon the other crosses of those allied fallen
As I slowly journey back to my bus, I think of my message I wrote
'We will never know what price they had payed, I just I hope we can live up to it'
The countless horrors, the countless deaths
Our peace was born from their horrors
Let us pay our respects and never forget
For I will never forget


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