Hail and rain, mud all around, machine gun clack, no turning back Passchendaele. Men dying in bullet hails, shouts and painful wails, Passchendaele. Over the top to certain death 6000 men lay in the mud, oozing blood, Passchendaele. Edgar Mobbs, hero of the hour, over the top for to a machine gun stop, cut down … Continue reading Passchendaele
Rhythm of the Ink 