He slept with his boots on
Although true sleep is alien to him now
A cacophony of sound disturbs his slumber
Fear being his daily reality
He had volunteered, the Chorley Pals they called them
His friends were right there with him, wanting to do their bit
He had been in the hell to which they sent him for only two weeks
And yet he had already outlived all his Pals
A veteran at 19 years old
Oh yes, he slept with his boots on
And he would die the same way

By Dean Fraser from Preston

“This is my Great Grandfather’s story; sadly it is not a long one…”

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