Blackwood School

1 May – 4 July

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LETTER FROM SHER AFZAL KHAN                                   BLACKWOOD SCHOOL

My Dearest,

 

I must say how relieved I am to hear from you again
Hearing from you is a joy
We mustn’t give up hope.

 

The trench is narrow, cold and damp
I am the officer of my boys
We eat together, we travel together, we fight as one
I am the officer of my boys
Fear glitters in their eyes.

 

As the dull crump of the bombs go off,
Another day, another battle, another friend lost
The air crackles, the air crackles, the air crackles
Fear, destruction and loss break out
Like space, the line of men is never-ending
We mustn’t give up hope.

 

I am writing this letter as the sun is rising.
If I don’t make it home, please know how sorry I am.
When you look at the palm trees back home,
Think of me under my poplar tree near the Somme,
Trying to shelter from a lemon bomb.

 

Hopefully at the end of this year it will stop,
We mustn’t give up hope.

 

The more I hear from you the happier I am
Hearing from you is a joy.
This could be my last letter,
I want you know how much I love you.

Your

 

Subedar Sher Afzal Khan