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Location: North UK
Registered: August 2016
Messages: 69
Hello
It's Jack from Nth West UK here, and I'm new here.
I thought I would start with a literary contribution. A poem that I wrote last week, about the boys who lied about their age, to get to the Western Front in 1916. Especially on the Somme. What a waste.
I'm using Firefox (in case that matters). I opened the file by right clicking on the link and then choosing "Open in a new window", that led to a dialog box offering a text converter and that opened to a nicely laid out page, and a lovely poem.
So welcome Jack, and congratulations on a great first contribution
Location: USA
Registered: February 2016
Messages: 149
Hi Jackboy,
I had no trouble downloading your poem as a Word document. I thought your verse poignant and thoughtful.
The young have no fear of adult realities, and no respect yet for death. Too many have volunteered through the ages in instances just like you portrayed in your poem. War is but another game, a quest for greater things. There is no thought yet for what is at stake.
The glory of war is a myth for the daring - and the naive.
I've now read it too. The one word that comes to mind is 'poignant'. It's actually very good, and for me to say that about a poem is a very rare event.
Dulce et decorum est pro patria mori...
Soldiers fight wars, no-one wins them.
Added - the bit about soldiers is not a translation of the latin. Google Wilfred Owen.