Go Tell The Sergeant Major Poem by Colin Ian Jeffery

Go Tell The Sergeant Major

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(Soldier's lament, France, World War One)

Go tell the sergeant major
Private Jones is dead
Shot in no man's land
Hanging grotesque upon the wire.

Go tell the sergeant major
All the brigade are dead
Machine-gunned in no man's land
Ordered by the General walk not run.

Go tell the sergeant major
Parading raw recruits in England
Fresh fodder for the killing
They need a coffin when they come.

Friday, July 20, 2012
Topic(s) of this poem: battle,soldiers,warfare
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
A British general ordered his troops to walk to the German trenches and not run "We don't want them to think our soldiers are cowards" This general was twenty miles behind the front line when his brigade bayonet charged the enemy... walking not running. Thousands died.
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