Memorials And Poem

A British Soldier

He was only a school-boy who joined us with zest

He was under the average girth round his chest

But he shouldered his rifle along with the rest

And marched like a brave British Soldier

It was only a trench with the enemy near

Where we dug ourselves in for the lives we held dear

But scornful of foemen and callous of fear 

He fought like a brave British soldier 

It was only a bullet that came whizzing by

As he rose to assist me it entered his eye

He gave just a smile, then a queer little cry

And fell like a brave British soldier 

He was only a boy, but my heart loved the lad 

And he merely exclaimed “they have winged me by gad” 

Then whispering low,”tell my mother and dad” 

He died like a brave British soldier 

It was only a grave like a thousand or more 

Unnamed and unnoticed on France’s fair shore 

But I made it myself and I knew that it bore 

The heart of a Brave British Soldier. 

Private Arthur Stanley Kitt 17th February 1918.