And now, thanks
to the campaign of one Albert Figg Esq, there is now a Churchill tank
to preserve the memory of the men who fought so valiently to capture and
hold Hill 112 for ever.
|The 43rd Wessex Memorial
at Hill 112
112 -55 Years On:
Hill 112 had always been,a field of corn,
A place where young men, had fought and died;
Young men who had children,yet unborn,
Gallant men, who’s enemy, lay side by side.
Two ears of corn, I held so gently,
Thinking of those days, ravaged by war;
Seeing that corn, swaying in the wind so lightly,
Fed by the blood of men, --- no more.
Cornwall wood atop that hill,
Had been shattered, and stripped of green;
Men and tanks fought to a standstill,
Now just memories, as if it had never been:
I found myself talking, to those ears of corn,
And looking at the men, with eyes full of tears;
Those people around, were then children unborn,
Come to see were it was, after all these years:
I had seen these men, in booted feet,
Marching so proudly, in British lane;
Now they lay in graves so neat.
With loved ones standing, in silent pain