Soldier Record

This is one of the poems from my great uncles war diary.

Poem from diary of Arthur Higginson my great uncle.

OUR WOUNDED HEROES

Slowly moves the sad procession

Flashing wires the story tells

The flower and the youth o fair England

Wounded in the Dardanelles

Eyes are red with constant weeping

Hearts are breaking neath the strain

Woman her lonely vigil keeping

Will her loved ones come again

Every hero has a mother

Father sister child or wife

They must comfort one another

Thanking God who spared his life

There is nothing we can offer

That would compensate our boys

There shattered limbs we cannot proffer

For return them ought which war destroys

But we can soothe the pain that racks them

By supporting all their needs

Ease the fever that attacks them

By many thoughtful kindly deeds

We can make their burden lighter

Than it otherwise would be

We can make our own souls whiter

By liberal generosity

Its as honour well we know it

To contribute to such men

To their bravery we owe it

Let us show were grateful then

There is non so poor or lowly

That a trifle he can not spare

For a cause so just and holy

Our heroes lying there.

I thought this poem very poignant to remember all our brave soldiers in the many wars around the world past and present.

Denise K. Chapman. Great niece of Arthur Higginson died in action August 12th 1917.