Written for my great-grandfather James O’Neill
Army No. 302535 - Manchester Regiment 2nd/7th Bn.
I wanted to reflect on how we can find our humanity and love in the worst of circumstances. My one wish today, if I had one, is that we would learn from our history. The story is a true one, but is gathered from a couple of accounts of how it was in the trenches that day, and I’ve created a rounded piece which I hope is of service and love to those gone, and us today.
This piece and its unshared companion were originally requested by The Poetry Society for a project that never came to be, so rather than let it vanish in my papers I thought today of all days would be a good day to share it with you.