Herbert Morris
In a Belgium grave I
lieImmersed in foreign soil.
My only wish, my only desire
Was to serve the Empire
Not knowing the impact of foreign strife
I volunteered and embraced a soldier’s life
It was all new, I was excited
But the reality of war with its guns and confusion
And my comrades and friends dying all around me, I felt my mind exploding
I wandered here, I wandered there
Surrounded by despair, I just wanted to disappear
I was jolted back to reality when I was found and arrested
On the charge of desertion, but that was their version
Back then it was ‘cowardice’ or ‘desertion’
Today it is called Post Traumatic Stress Disorder (PTSD)
I wrote a letter to my momTrying to explain what happened to her son
