by Jim Hanafan
The time has come
The young man said
Rounds incoming
Soon I’ll be dead
When I stop living
And breathe no more
Don't want to be
On foreign shore
In England’s green
And pleasant land
Is where I’d like
My last stand
This septic isle
Of milk and honey
Is safe for you
If you've got money
Remember me
In the land of plenty
I'll die for you &
I'm not quite twenty
I want to live
For one more day
It's far too early
To go away
Weep not for me
With tears that swell
I did my job
And did it well
My life blood leaking
On foreign soil
Now you tell me
It's not for the oil
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ABOUT THE POET ~
Ex Soldier living in North Herts, writing poetry for a hobby, working hard for a living, in order to understand the poetry, understand the poet first., The British Army is famous throughout the world for its professionalism when it comes to soldiering. Foremost in the Confines of that wonderful organization is the Infantry, the Soldiers who are more likely that any other to face the Enemy in combat, and be called upon to kill or be killed., Infantry Soldiers are a breed apart from the rest of the Army, from their first day within the organization they are taught that they are the best, that their Regiment is the best, that they now belong to an exclusive club, a veritable Band of Brothers., My own journey into this world was achieved as a result of a stubborn streak, whatever I was told to do I would do the opposite., Although I never shone at school, it did infuse me with a love of the written word, particularly poems by the so called “War Poets” when I realised that these people were telling a story in the best way they could to make themselves & their situation understood., As they say in bad movies ”read 'em & weep”.
Last updated July 02, 2017