Eternal Warfare - WWE

My Granddad was a lad when soldiers fought in Africa. Then friends dropped, caught in trenches; he got gassed. The English streets popped afterwards to shrapnel’s burning swell, and then… and then…

When I was old enough to know, the fighting lived next-door. Sinn Fein fought city dwellers; horses fell. Small children swore they’d battle on, till night and day and war turned all to hell.

The focus moves. They’re dying still; they were and always will. And death cries shrill and haunting on the hills forevermore.

God save us, save our soldiers, save the Queen. Say, can you see?

Written for Wednesday Writing Essentials, November 4th,

• Include major world conflict as a theme or mere mention or something inbetween
• Something needs to =pop=
• Use the word focus
• Include a line from a National Anthem (any country)
• Optional--a famous person must appear in the article
• tag with wwe