This poem was written by my grandfather Andrew Tait, while he was serving during World War I.


Andrew Tait


Farewell, farewell you’ve gone to rest

your duty nobly done

the battle rages over you

but you sleep amidst the storm

I miss you in the billets

I missed you in the trench

but you fell for Britain’s honor

amid the smoke and stench

we marched so many weary miles

and made our plans together

but now at last I go alone

you have left this world forever

while I must tarry here below

the fight to carry on

but God someday will call me too

when my work on earth is done

a comrade I shall ne’er forget

you were ever by my side

a happy, cheerful soldier friend

your mother’s joy and pride.


We must never forget what was done in the past to provide us with the present we enjoy today.  They still protect us and our future.


My Father served in WWII.



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