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..
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.