Discuss 2 Moving Poems in Poetry Corner on The Army Rumour Service; OK lads - thanks to my last thread being p1ssed all over by chebbies, I am starting a new one. Please enjoy my two poems and I look forwars to your comments - NOT ABUSE ...
OK lads - thanks to my last thread being p1ssed all over by chebbies, I am starting a new one. Please enjoy my two poems and I look forwars to your comments - NOT ABUSE LADS PLEASE HEARD IT ALL BEFORE! . As promised, here is the full version of 'Looking Back':
Winchester station was cold and was quiet,
Just me and the Smudger and young Billy Myatt,
Faces all tense and eyes wide-eyed,
As we made our way out to the Bedford outside.
I remember the statue of old Sir John Moore,
And the Section Commander: 'Get outside!' (of the door).
I think of the smell of the kiwi and oil,
And feeling my lightweights at one with the soil.
The marching we did stood us out from the crowd,
140 to the minute makes families so proud,
Many weeks training and then 'Oh my Lordy',
Battalion in life in all it's mad glory.
The friends that we made then still float on the tides,
Even the old lads who rubbed stingy-stuff in our eyes.
Battalion life was good but made richer,
By the addition of a gyros and a pils 4-pint pitcher.
Now we are older but memories still linger,
Of Gornji and Jajce and old Tito's Finger.
If it wasn't for the Regiment making me INFANTRY
The council would have had me, employed doing bin-fantry.