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Falklands 1982

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Check the bolt

 

Check the bolt

For action

Hands slip and slide

Mud and sweat

Sweat and mud

“Alright mate”

“Aye”

“Alright mate”

“Aye”

“We’ll be alright”

“Aye”

Said a thousand times 

a thousand times

“Alright mate”

“Aye”

Check the bayonet

Check the bolt

Check the mag.

Fucking hands

Shake

And sweat

Fucking hands

Shake

“Alright mate”

Fuck fuck fuck fuck!

“Alright mate”.

Nearly 

Pissed me kecks.

Its ok.

Haha couldn’t 

get to the bog.

We’re stood in

One.

Joke.

Check the bayonet

Fucking hands fucking hands

“Alright mate”

“Alright mate”

Fuck em it’ll be alright

“Did you see the first wave”

“No”

We’ll be alright

I love these men.

Take this

for the missus.

No way, no fucking way

i'm not carrying

a death letter!

I place it in

my camo trousers

next. to my  own.

Can’t say it.

“Alright mate”

“Aye”

Whistle blows.

 

A muddy fucking hill.

 

The hill.

Just up

the hill.

Need it.

Right flank

Cover for centre.

Ghurka’s on our

Left flank,

That’s good

They’re good.

Then advance

Fast and hard

Bound.

Don’t take

A round.

Fix bayonets

Shit 

That means close.

Please no mines!

Please no mines!

Rounds buzzing

And cracking.

Fucking hell

Mate.

If I cop

It.

Hope its quick.

Me too.

Move forward

Want to go

Backward.

Light order.

Weapons and

Ammo.

And water.

First platoon

First.

Second platoon

Move through.

Third platoon reserve.

Lucky bastards.

Off!

First platoon 

Up the hill.

Tracer buzzing

Twenty meters…

Down for cover.

Second platoon us!

Run scared towards…

Past first platoon, 

ten more yards

Search for dead ground.

Cover!

If someone goes down

Keep going.

Orders.

Training.

Dive to the ground! 

Start laying down

Rounds, cover,

Suppression,

For one platoon.

Glimpse man fall

Doesn’t get up.

No more fear

Adrenalin massive

Shouting, get up.

Run through first.

Ten yards.

Cover again, 

Dead ground.

Apt name

Start looking for

Targets.

Can’t see.

That’s good.

If I can’t see them

Maybe they can’t 

See me! 

Spot young conscript

Being stupid.

Keeps popping up

Regular fashion.

Fires his rounds then ducks

Back down.

I just aim at the spot 

up he comes

One round!

No more ducking!

Shouting, yelling.

Up again bound through

First platoon, 

Ten yards more.

Down!

Second platoon

Nearly there.

Spanish voices

Spanglish.

“Surrender”

Hear rounds.

No more shouts.

First up and 

Into trenches 

See man.

Two rounds

To chest

Down,

Have to step

on him

To move forward.

Grenades in fox holes.

Its beginning 

to quiet, to slow down.

Slow motion, hands raised.

Yelling!

Get over fucking there!

Butts and barrels

 in backs shoving.

Yelling. Pushing.

Some have washed lines

On their face.

Where tears have

cleaned away the dirt!

The counting starts,

We’ve lost two!

They’ve lost twenty plus.

Radio call,

medivac.

Combat medics begin.

Ours go in body bags.

A heavy weight.

Theirs are laid in line

Peaceful in death.

Some faces

Contorted.

Orders given,

Pickets set. 

Waiting for the chopper.

Suddenly someone laughs,

We all laugh,

Pat backs.

Seemed like a lifetime

Took ten minutes.

The adrenalin goes

I need sleep.

Exhausted.

I handed the

Letter back.

Ready for the next fucking muddy hill!

 

 

 

 

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Comments

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Graham Sherwood

Mon 20th Jul 2020 21:00

Succinct, clear, direct. I can hear you saying every word!

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kJ Walker

Mon 20th Jul 2020 07:30

Pieces like this can only by written by people who have actually been there and done it.
This one has a genuine authenticity that can only be expressed by someone who has suffered that experience.
There used to be a veteran who used this site (I think he got banned eventually) who would get angry when non-serving members of the public attempted to write about war.
In my opinion he was wrong. Anyone has the right to write about anything, but only such as yourself can write authentic pieces like this.
I thank you for posting, and for what you have done for us.

Cheers Kevin

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Philippa Atkin

Sun 19th Jul 2020 20:16

Simply,
Thank you
For doing what you did
So that others didn’t have to

Philipos

Sun 19th Jul 2020 15:34

Distressing times and that was only being on the Gallahad before she went down as we were tossed about in the raging seas following exercises - only to hear later she had become a war memorial when ceremoniously sunk at sea - in the wake of the Argentine business.

It was a very moving experience for us to hear later the Chaplain who told the tale about opening up the stop cocks and watching her go down as a perpetual memory to this tragic experience.

Goodness knows what it was like for you guys with all the yomping around.

Young lives snuffed out. Memories put on hold.

May your demons be at peace if they still follow you around.

Blessings. P ?

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