A poem I wrote as a kid:
The War started in 1914
men came from all over to enlist
they appeared so keen to take part
regardless of the possible risk
Shipped off to Egypt for training
the trip seemed to take them for ever
nothing stops men who are dedicated
and filled with the sense of endeavor
Up the beach they charged
diving into trench after trench
…
despite the horrible stench
…
When the retreat started
the Anzacs sneaked out at night
the Turks crept up
but found no-one to fight