The Linnet's Wings The Sorrow - Page 93

The Linnet´s Wings Erinnerung James Graham My name is Dieter. I saw my brother Albert die. His eyes, so like our mother’s, were gone. He fell against the trench-wall, and was still. there's some corner ofa foreign field My name is Franz. At Langemarck we fought the British. They were too strong. Our dead were everywhere, their blood coloured the grass. We could not bury them. In Flanders fields the poppies blow My name is Josef. I remember Peter. He was still a child, just turned fifteen, already smoked a pipe. A shell-burst tore him in half. It was Kindermord. They shall grow not old AnclaMy name is Bruno. I was at the Somme. On quiet days we entered the French village, got some people out. Good folk. We liked them . We will remember them Erinnerung – Remembrance Kindermord – Child murder 93