We always regret WAR
Tell me your name?
Gunner George James, sir.
We always regret,
WAR.
Tell me your name?
Edith Petter, Matron.
We always regret,
WAR.

We always regret,
WAR.
Extreme, action,
Scurrying over enclosed trenches.
Striding briskly into,
No man’s land.
The howl of the whistle,
Weaves towards the
Line of figures.
Becoming nearer and nearer.

We always regret,
WAR.
VAD- Voluntary Aid Detachment.
Getting ready to be efficient.
Getting ready to be,
Wonderful and welcoming.

We always regret,
WAR.
The panic of the mighty whistle,
Travels swiftly,
Ringing in my ears.
Ready set ………

We always regret,
WAR.
Gracefully awaiting,
To accommodate,
Wounded and disheartening soldiers.
Washing, sweeping and tiding.
Waiting for the gruesome,
Trauma to begin.

We always regret,
WAR.
GO. Evilness and wickedness begins,
Revolting, fights start.
Alarmed at this,
Horrendous sight.
Gloomy, overshadowed clouds approach,
To make this deadly scene,
Murderous.

We always regret,
WAR.
60,000 casualties,
To be generous, loyal and passionate too.
Shocking and violent,
Wounds and scars,
As thousands of soldiers begin,
To approach.

We always regret,
WAR.
Brutal killings, brutal wounds,
And brutal wars.
20,000 soldiers died.
Bleakest day in,
British Military.