Poetry Blogs (veteran)
His Walk inspired a nation,
100 yards to a 100 years, what motivation.
From an army veteran to a NHS hero,
Even the Queen came to say bravo.
Knighted and UK number one,
Now "you'll never walk alone".
You will forever remain in our hearts,
To heaven as your soul departs.
Rest in peace Captain Sir...
Thursday 4th February 2021 12:40 pm
You ask if I'm okay,
because I am
I'm just trying to keep memories
behind the flood gates
so they don't sweep me away
to a dark place.
Thank you for being my escape,
a bright light,
my way home,
Your love helps ease the pain.
I don't mean to push you away.
There are so many things I want to say,
but I must go, feed Jake.
Saturday 9th November 2019 1:45 pm
It is getting real dirty and shitty for Veterans. 2 weeks ago another comrade of mine from the troop I served with, died of Sudden Death.
It is always Sudden Death they list.
The oppo I handed my detachment to at Al Jabayl died the same way in front of his family. He was only 44. Andrew Egan. There are too many and I don't want to count them anymore. All have one thing in common, association...
Wednesday 3rd April 2019 3:00 pm
There is so much pain and suffering,
For a land that should be free,
So much death and anguish,
For a place that many won’t see.
Yet of they march, they sail, they fly,
To fight for what is true.
Some to return, and some to die,
These brave men we never knew.
Saturday 15th October 2016 11:53 am
was it out there
that I became a ghost?
I may be an unreliable witness
the constant stress does that to you
the days spent outside, unprotected
with a local population
that won’t look you in the eye
or when they do
they have the look of hate
that you are even there at all
if only the locals were less hostile
to my cause
if only I could count on my military team
to back ...
Monday 8th September 2014 7:32 pm
Sunday 23rd December 2012 1:48 am
Veteran of the ancient war, before my time, tell me, what was it like?
I see pictures in the history books, black and white photographs.
Did the enemy scream when you bayoneted them and cry for their mothers?
Did you see your mates beg for mercy as their blood ran away from shattered legs?
Now sixty years later I see you, frail and withered, lost in...
Thursday 20th October 2011 11:17 pm
Was it the yellow of your bright petals
or the way you danced in the breeze
that I brought you home from fields?
Was it the strength of your upright stalks
or the camaraderie, your solidarity?
There in the sun you sang hope,
songs that filled a mourning heart;
there in the wind you whispered
plaintive farewells on conflicted air-
fill this grieving with consolation.
Sunday 19th December 2010 1:32 pm