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The Unknown Warrior
A million fell
You were chosen
A shortlist of four
From the Aisne, the Somme, Arras, Ypres
Draped in the flag
Of the country you died for
You were chosen
One cold November morning
In a small chapel in St.Pol
Brigadier General Wyatt
Chose you
A kings sword
A coffin of solid oak
Were chosen
Buried at the heart
Of an English abbey
In French soil
Amongst poets and kings
You are 
And will be
honoured 
for centuries to come
We salute the sacrifice
of you 
and all the comrades 
you represent
Thank you
For your choice
For your sacrifice.

By Hobbo

A contemporary poet with a Yorkshire sense of humour

2 replies on “The Unknown Warrior”

Superb! Lot of folk out there whining about this and that, defunding police, pooh-poohing military. Right or wrong, want to or not, they went, those policemen, those soldiers, those nurses. Some, well, that’s what this is about. I stand. I salute. And yes, by damn, this old sommich feels even now a tear in not one but both eyes. Names. Faces. Still I see them. Thank you sir.

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