For others Death goes on, in memoriam.

Reminded earlier today of a lament,  Sgt MacKenzie’s lament. It is the only lament written for an individual soldier killed in action during the Great War. That said it is comparatively well known. It is on the soundtrack to the film, “We Were Soldiers”. A Lament is written in memory of.  Here are a few other things written in memory of soldiers who died in the Great War..

In Memoriam

The first is on a gravestone in the churchyard at Alvie in Scotland.  the grave belongs to  Jessie Maclauchlan. Jessie lived to be a 100 years old and died on the 9th January 1990.

“The beloved wife of Charles Asher.”

Charles Asher died of wounds on the 25th July 1918.

The rest are taken from the Strathspey Herald.

This one is for John, KIA April 1915 and Alex Clark, missing presumed killed April 1917. Posted by their auntie April 1919.

 They are not dead, but only sleeping.                                                                                                    On the calm refuge of their saviour’s breast.                                                                                             And far from care and sin and bitter weeping                                                                                           Are sweetly taking rest

For James shaw KIA May 1915, from his parents sisters and brother May 1916, Middle verse of three.

No loved one stood around him,                                                                                                                  To bid a last farewell.                                                                                                                                        No words of comfort could he leave.                                                                                                        To those he loved so well.

“Jas” Grant, KIA   June 1915. from his parents sister and brother. June 1917

We little thought when he left home                                                                                                            He would no more return                                                                                                                                That he so soon in death would sleep                                                                                                          and leave us here to mourn.

Just when his life was brightest,                                                                                                                   Just when his hope seemed best.                                                                                                                 He was taken from a word of sorrow                                                                                                           To a home of eternal rest.

His warfare o’er, his battle fought,                                                                                                                The victory won, though dearly brought.                                                                                                  His fresh young life could not be saved,                                                                                                      He slumbers now in a soldier’s grave

These are the second and third verses the  parents, sister and brother posted in June 1918. As well as the sadness of bereavement, they reflect the uncertainty of the future.

The hardest part has yet to come                                                                                                                 When warriors return                                                                                                                                And when we miss the cheering crowd                                                                                                      The face we loved so well

When we think of all the changes                                                                                                    Which these last few years have brought,                                                                                           We are glad the world they’ve gone to.                                                                                                     Is the world that changes nought.

This one was published twice. Once in 1917 and again in 1918. It is for John Lawson KIA  September 1915

He fell where fall the dying brave,                                                                                                                Among the noble slain,                                                                                                                                   Nor kindly love nor tender care,                                                                                                          Could light that couch of pain.

Nor loving hands may kindly tend,                                                                                                             The sod above his breast,                                                                                                                                 But tender thoughts will ever haunt,                                                                                                           His far of place of rest.

This one is for a soldier thought to be buried in Green Hill Cemetery, Dardanelles. george |MacRobert, Scottish Horse. It is from his mother and sisters

Sleep on beloved, for thee the strife is ended,                                                                                         Thy task accomplished, and the conflict o’er                                                                                   Thine is the gain, thy trials all transcended,                                                                                    Ours is the grief to see thy face no more,                                                                                                    Yet oft in love across the wave,                                                                                                                     Our thoughts shall linger round our soldiers grave.

The next one is for Anslie Wood, KIA 31st July 1917    it is the last one I will post   It was posted in the Strathspey Hearld by his child, Jessie

Better in heaven daddy                                                                                                                                     yes, far better than here.


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