War Poetry

28 May 82.

Folder: 
Falklands 82
Author's Notes/Comments: 

Until you have had the ground beneath your feet disappear.Seen the sky turn black and shower you with molten metal fragments.You'll never know how precious the morning can be for men at war.
I pray you never have to share the moment.

View giajl's Full Portfolio

GOAT RIDGE

Folder: 
Falklands 82
View giajl's Full Portfolio

JUST A HILL

Folder: 
Falklands 82
Author's Notes/Comments: 

We sat during lulls in the battle for Darwin Hill,in the middle of the burning gorse bushes.In an effort to keep warm.The bodies of the dead kept us company, till the battle ended and they could be recovered.

View giajl's Full Portfolio