They were shot at dawn by firing squad for not following orders, refusing to fight, they were blindfolded, a white hankie placed over their heart by the medic, they were then tied to a post and shot.
The following poem is written by Jon Turner who's great grandad's brother Arthur Harold Robinson signed up aged 22 and served in the 9th Battalion Northumberland Fusiliers.
He was on the frontline at the Battle of the Somme.
Shot at Dawn aged 24 10th May 1916.
Jon commissioned a piece of work by renowned local artist Ray Lonsdale in remembrance of Arthur. Each piece of Rays work is accompanied by a poem - Jon wrote this piece himself.
Shot at DawnThe frost clings white upon the wire,
A silence heavier than prayer.
No bird dares sing, no wind conspires,
The morning hangs in bitter air.
They lead me where the shadows thin,
Eyes blindfold bound, yet wide within.
The world is hushed, the rifles wait-
Cold justice dressed in soldier's hate.
I think of home, of fields once sown,
Of laughter lost, of love unknown.
The bugle's breath begins to rise,
The sky unmoved, indifferent skies.
A single word, a volley cracks,
The earth accepts what courage lacks.
No medal's shine, no mourner's song,
Just silence where the brave go wrong.
And history will not speak my name,
But whisper only coward, shame.
Yet in the dawn, where blood has bled,
The truth is buried with the dead.
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