Falklands 82

What I Miss Most


I miss those crisp clear nights,

when the frost glistens in the moonlight.

I miss those lonely exposed hills,

lashed by the rain.

I miss the young and innocent faces,

some of whom we’ll never see again.

I miss the laughter and the crack.

I miss their morbid humour,

the childish pranks and un- spoken laws.

I miss the sense of belonging,

that unique bond.

I miss youth at it’s best,

though I’ll grow old,unlike the rest.

What I miss most ?


I miss the lads.

Giajl © Jim Love 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I miss the one's that died.
I also miss the guys I served in the army with . Some of whom are still alive.

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