Dying in the Battle of Arras, 9 April 1917

As poet/soldier, I should be better describing battle. Like entombed Lazarus, from tunnels we emerge meters away from the front lines, sleet and snow unable to mask the enemy‚Äôs surprise. German machine guns mow boys running into a silence only death provides. In a shell-hole, I seek cover. Lads beg for Mother to hold what … More Dying in the Battle of Arras, 9 April 1917