Waste

Regular readers will remember that I have often reposted “The Last Remembrance” to commemorate Remembrance Sunday. Today, I am offering this simple but powerful poem instead.


I first discovered this poem in September 1968.


Waste of Muscle, waste of Brain,
Waste of Patience, waste of Pain,
Waste of Manhood, waste of Health,
Waste of Beauty, waste of Wealth,
Waste of Blood, and waste of Tears,
Waste of Youth’s most precious years,
Waste of ways the Saints have trod,
Waste of Glory, waste of God,– War!

It was written by Rev Geoffrey Studdert Kennedy, an amazing man. You can read about him here: (Woodbine Willy),

Sunset

Over on GC and Sue W’s Weekly Prompts site, the Wednesday Challenge is the word Sunset. I don’t often take part in this challenge but I knew immediately what had to be entered for this one as tomorrow is the 80th anniversary of the Normandy Landings on 6 June 1944.

 “Sunset”, also known as the “Retreat Call”, is a bugle call played in United Kingdom and British Commonwealth countries to signal the end of the official military day.