ramblings and things
Private John Parr, Deceased
1897 - 1914
To most folk today, such
Is the fickleness of fame
He is remembered for
His fate, but not by his name.
Too young to have enlisted
He should not have been there:
He lied about his age just in search
Of his guaranteed three square.
The First Commonwealth casualty
At aged just seventeen,
Who knows what life he may have had
Or what he might have been.
Sent to scout out the enemy
He was left on his own
To hold off their advance
While his companion had flown
To report the contact,
The where and when,
And Private John Parr
Was never seen alive again.
There is some doubt as to whether
He was killed by fire of friend or foe
One of those mysteries of war the
Truth of which we will never know.
Buried at St Symphorien cemetery just
South east of Mons, when at that stage,
He was stated to be twenty, for then
Nobody knew he’d falsified his age.
By sheer coincidence
This young hero who had lied
Is buried facing the grave of the last
British soldier known to have died.
One of those lions led by donkeys
In the three cousins’ war,
An even of such a scale
Not seen before,
Whose consequences
Will still not go away,
Leaving the seeds of many of those
Grievances still being fought over today.
Private John Parr, Deceased