As remembrance day grows closer, its time to remember those who we have lost, and those who made the ultimate sacrifice. The poem below is by John Bailey, who did a tour in Afghan 2008, in 2009 five members of his unit were killed by a rouge Afghan Policeman, this is a poem of how soldiers are remembered in the mess. Life and Soul of the Mess Take some time every now and then Think back and say ‘I remember when’ You were as brothers you and they Sent by your country into the fray To a land of sun, dried dirt and dust Where dollars may rent loyalty, but you built trust Where from flowering death they eek out a living Or take what they can from whoever is giving You carried all you needed on aching back Tabbing mile on mile awaiting the crack As from a mile away a sniper takes you Or the land beneath erupts to break you Now you’re at home and carrying on While others you knew they’re now gone Their laughter is missed but their faces you spy When asleep or briefly out the corner of an eye So growing older don’t let memories soften Drink to their names, let them cross your lips often For all the stone and the brass, it counts for ‘ought If we forget the names of those that fought. John Bailey
Posted on: Sat, 09 Nov 2013 12:59:46 +0000
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