Colin F. Jones


Certain days are memorials to soldiers that died,
Days that political governments choose and provide.
But every day is a memorial in the minds of the vets,
Some accepting their lot some filled with regrets,
Becoming part of the hype as they became part of war,
Knowing none of this was what they were fighting for.
Sent to the fray without knowing why,
But with pride in their hearts thinking they couldn’t die
Without choice, called forward afraid to refuse
Lest those with less courage used it to accuse
Them of cowardice and treachery for avoiding the strife,
That offered them death over living and life.
In a land that claims freedom and the right to choose,
Where the non-conformist is ridiculed for his different views.