8TH BN THE EAST SURREYS AT THE SOMME

[Soren]

The Football Charge of 8th Bn The East Surreys at The Somme

On through the hail of slaughter,

Where gallant comrades fall,

Where blood is poured like water,

They drive the trickling ball.

The fear of death before them,

Is but an empty name;

True to the land that bore them,

The SURREYS played the game

[Take on me]

I love it! Keep up the good work.

Jon

[ypres1418]

I just keep repeating myself, so here goes...................

yet again another masterpiece.

Mandy

[Soren]

Thanks Guys!

It's a bit grainy for some reason, but I think you get the general idea!

[Gunboat]

I really like how you have given the impression of the trench without actually attempting any detail which would have ruined it.. and how you have captured a sense of organised chaos ..wonderful stuff.

By the way is the poem your own work?

[Muerrisch]

More an 'up-and-under' than a shot at goal. Reminds me of England's World Cup farce!

Well done, super!

[Soren]

I really like how you have given the impression of the trench without actually attempting any detail which would have ruined it.. and how you have captured a sense of organised chaos ..wonderful stuff.

By the way is the poem your own work?

No, it's from the daily mail!

http://www.queensroyalsurreys.org.uk/museum/agq_0105.html

[spike10764]

I like the grainy, Soren, the thing about your work is, you see more each time you look at them