Parachute Regiment

A Glass Before They Go,

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A Glass Before They Go,

 

 

In hallowed halls,
Behind thickened walls.
The privileged,
wine and dine.
They plot our fate,
Between the plate.......
Of fish and fowl.
These modern day,
Parliamentarians who'd,
Slit your throat...
To fill their purses.
So, still they're sending loyal soldiers

 

 

To their deaths .
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47/3

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47/3

 

 

I swam a ditch
And crawled a tunnel
For an indeterminable
... Distance
And sang a song
Erstwhile

As I went the other way
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A Friend Has Passed This Way

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A Friend Has Passed This Way
 
I too have seen ,
and watched .
Oft at times , mayhap reflected!
Those sad ,and tired eyes.
Wherein a grin, a craic.
Helps maintain the masquerade.
Those mirrors of our soul.
Lack lustre, shows.
Where shine,
and  life's mischief's twinkle.
Have now long gone.
only captured......
By one who never lies!
That omnipresent lens.
Where demons snuff the sparkle,
To make you think you have no hope.
Leaving ........
A conflict of the mind,
the soul , 
the thirst of life.
A choice to quench the fire in your brain.
So  finally there's peace .
But only for you........
 
A friend has passed this way
 
R.I.P. Steve "Hank"Hood
A Lover, A Husband, A Father and an Airborne Soldier.
Forever Young Class of 82.
 
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Remember The Class of 82.

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Remember The Class of 82.

I have nothing left to offer you
Merely words ,
of which I have an abundance.
My wealth ,
 is of an experience.
Which now lies within my past
Of those far off shores.
Of the men,
 Of the Class of 82.

So come hear my words
Of deeds and men.
Tales not oft told?
But remembered by that few.
To who we raise glass,
Of what men did,
Before you were.
To those men ,
Of the Class of 82.

Giajl  12/06/12  23:09

Author's Notes/Comments: 

30 Years Ago.....,,

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25 Years Ago Today

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25 Years Ago Today

 

We valient few
Have once again
Come to haunt you

To make your dreams
And inflict the pain
That we no longer feel

For on this day
All those years ago
We died and you still live.

Class of 82

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Lament of the Dead.

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Lament of the Dead.

 

What if I should die before the dawn?
And if I should die before the dawn,
What news ho, of me in England?
How cry you now?
Oh, men of mice!
Safe last night you slept.
‘Twas the wind of war,
Wot kept me awake.
How say you now friend,
Did we win?

That some sad price was paid
For the laughter of today
That they should not forget.
But never know
The ignominy
Of death
While in their moment’s of play.
Brave men died
Tho’ thousands of miles away
The same sun shone on both.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

When I know what it means . I won't be able to post a comment.
I'll probably be dead.

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A Place for You.

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A Place For You

 

The morning suns rays catch my face.
Though it's light and warmth touch me not.
For I?m cold as the clay.

Forever skywards I face.
While my marble pillow changes to white from grey.
Vivid coloured flowers gently sway.

No scent, no sound, no taste, and no touch.
No longer the hunger that consumed so much.
While your tears help cleanse my soul.

We lived as we died, freemen and proud.
Hard men who led hard lives.
Fatherless children, husband-less wives.

The blade I pass to you.
Keep it sharp and sure,
Let your aim be true.

And when it's over.
Be sure to know
I've kept a place for you.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

There's always room for one more.

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A Friend ?

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Death

A Friend?

 

I've seen the weak and the poor,
Met the destitute and the dying.
Destroyed families and lives,
Without really trying.
Death from above,
Death in the air.
Deliverer of pain and suffering
I've developed quite a flair.
Pass me another bottle,
Share a cigarette with me.
Only when it's dark
Can you feel safe with me?

Who am I?

 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Death can come in many shapes and forms. It doesn't have to be a violent physical death. There are the slow creeping cancerous one's that invade your body. An enemy that the army has not been able to train you against, it can only prepare you for acceptance with dignity for an untimely end.To bite the bullet.

Sgt Ted Barrett MM RIP

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A Brew On An LCU

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A Brew On A LCU

 

The white tablet hissed and spat
The cup rocked and rattled above it.
Steam and vapor entwined
Floated upwards.

The deck heaved and rolled
The flame faltered and went out
Extinguished finally by a two-foot wave.

The not so white tablet hissed and spat
The cup rocked and rattled above.
Steam and vapor entwined
Once again floated upwards.

The deck heaved and rolled ......

Author's Notes/Comments: 

This sometimes used to make me aware as to exactly what futility was.

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