General   (General discussion, talk about anything.)

Although this was written for the Battle of Jutland,May 1916 i think it reaches across to all who lost their lives in war,and the agony and pain of their loved ones.I just thought it would be a fitting end to a sad day "My boy Jack" "Have you news of my boy Jack?Not this tide.When d'you think that he'll come back?Not with this wind blowing,and this tide."Has any one else had word of him?Not this tide.For what is sunk will hardly swim,Not with this wind blowing,and this tide."Oh,dear,what comfort can i find?None with this tide,Nor any tide,Exept he did not shame his kind,Not even with that wind blowing,And that tide.Then hold your head up all the more,This tide and every tide;Because he was the son you bore,And gave to that wind and that tide! P.S. Sorry! it was supposed to be in a column like poems are wrote.