A cry for help... A cry for help, a groan of pain Drifted across the Falklands terrain, It broke the stillness of the night, A dying man, his final fight. The men in the trenches heard the groan, It chilled them to their very bone, For they knew for certain, soon or late, They may suffer the self same fate. My God! Thats Smudge! Cried Sergeant Freer, Im going out to bring him back here! You silly man! The young troop officer said, You`ll be the one to end up dead! No matter what your strength or grudge, You`ll never reach your brother, Smudge, And if you do, Its sure as fate, I know damn well youll be too late. Freer knew his young boss meant him well, But inner thoughts he could not tell, For brother is a scared term, Something a bootneck has to earn. For Smudge and he had shared their woes, The cold, the wet , the nights so cold, Theyd shared their hopes and future dreams, A brothers trust, a Royal Marine. Freer left the officer standing there, And crawled out into the cool night air, A desperate try, with chances slim, But Smudge would do the same for him. The boss there in admiration stood, To order Freer was no damn good, And though Freer crawled through mud and grime, Hed never get to Smudge on time. Hours passed; the young officers worries grew, He doubted Freer would make it through, Then a sentries challenge filled the night, And Sergeant Freer came into sight. Covered in mud and blood was he, An horrendous sight for all to see, And on his back, all covered in blood, He carried the lifeless body of Smudge. I told you so! The troop officer said, Your trip was useless; Smudge was dead, You risked your life at no avail, On a risky cause, that was bound to fail! Freer lowered his precious brother down, A thoughtful smile replaced a frown, Sir, I have no reason to repent, Smudge is dead, but Im glad I went! For he was alive when I got there, He couldnt speak; I didnt care, I held him close to let him know, A brother cared, would miss him so. Then Smudges lips moved, I bent down low, His precious thoughts I had to know, With eyes of trust and body numb, Smudge whispered : Sarg, I knew you`d come! Dave Lilburn
Posted on: Mon, 28 Apr 2014 13:27:48 +0000
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