Lest We Forget - Volume 15 www.legionnl.ca 137 A TRIBUTE The Eleventh Hour, on the Eleventh Day, Of the Eleventh Month, so History say, The war of wars came to an end, And the endless stories then were penned. For just four years how much was said, Of the raging battles, and the fallen dead, Of heroism of the fallen men, And the courage shown again and again. Where the trenches reeked of mud and filth, So detrimental to the health, Where the bullets whizzed, and the shells went by, And the living did wonder, who next would die. But onward they went, those khaki clad boys, As the wounded fell, and the dying died, The living screamed, they cursed, they prayed, The price was high, but it was paid. For every yard on each plain and hill, They stood they fought, they fought they fell, That righteousness might, forever shine, On the land of theirs, of yours, of mine. How much braver can any one man be, Than to lay down his life, for you and me, Like Christ on his cross, and good will to all. So just for a moment, let us stand still, And gaze at the trench, that plain, that hill, There we can visualize the bravest of the brave, Where the monument was erected, On that unknown soldier’s grave. They lie in the soil, it’s theirs by right, Won by their courage, and their might, A place of freedom is ours, by yet, IT’S THEIRS BY RIGHT; LESTWE FORGET John Thomas White John Thomas White Born Sept. 12, 1916, son of Peter and Matilda (Dobbin) White, Point La Haye, St. Mary’s, NL. He died Aug. 26, 1976. He met and married Agnes Mulholland, from the Tedding , Falkirk, Scotland 1942, shortly after he was sent to India and Burma. He answered the call for Newfoundland Overseas Forestry Unit, and was in Inverness, Scotland. Later he joined RAF, 1942 - 1945. After WWII, like so many other veterans, returned bringing their overseas brides and children back to NL, and settled in the community of Cormack.
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