Poem hon­ours her grandad in WW1

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Dear Ed­i­tor

I had writ­ten this poem in mem­ory of my late grand­fa­ther Alex Skinner, who was raised in Lan­gloan and who served in the Royal Ar­tillery as a driver. His role was to hitch horses onto the guns in the the­atre of war.

He en­listed in Hamil­ton on his 23rd birth­day; and when World War I was over in 1918, he re-en­listed in Ed­in­burgh to serve with 113th Bri­gade Royal Ar­tillery as part of the first Bri­tish army of the Rhine; where he re­mained un­til 1922 as part of a peace- keep­ing force.

This poem is ded­i­cated to the Royal Ar­tillery driv­ers of World War 1.

Across for­eign fields no pic­turesque land­scape cap­tured by an artist’s hand,

Sea of faces, sea of mud, drown­ing, drown­ing by cruel abyss some­one’s

Hus­band, son, sweet­heart, loved ones from afar caught up in the bat­tle cry of war.

Re­plen­ish­ing rain cleanses and soothes for the briefest of time be­fore the guns

Resound once more, in the dis­tance hooves thun­der, driv­ing, a sweat of

Brows, adrenalin rush, push, push to­wards en­emy lines up ahead. San­dra H Brown, Old Mon­k­land

In re­mem­brance Reader’s poem hon­ours her grand­fa­ther and his com­rades from WWI

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