Old Brown Teapot

Standing in a Flanders trench, the young soldier Peered into the gloom,as he waited for stand down, Which would signal the dawn, and rest from duty, His mind turned to thoughts of home. Sounds of shells, gunfire, war. Blotted out by warm caressing visions Of a cosy...

A Soldier’s Epitaph

If in this land of sand swept winds, and searing heat It should be that my life ends, my duty done, Do not leave me here with those that caused my death. Bring me home to rest in gentle sunshine, rain or snow, And i will sleep content in this my native earth. I will...

Dead not Dishonoured

At four in the morning the shelling restarted, Its shrieking and screaming, the only sound heard. Stand to at five, advance at five thirty, Knee deep in mud the Soldiers waited To hear the whistle, the command to advance. The young lad waited,head bowed, trembling....

Brothers

In the middle of a “brew” reinforcements arrived. Just twelve young men,we had asked for more, Casualties had been many that day. They drank their tea, looked around, smoking. All so young –Just boys–tomorrow men. Reading the names on the...