by BJ Lewis | Nov 3, 2008 | Poetry
Another familiar day turns to night, another day closer to the homeward bound flight. Servicemen move around, each lost in own thoughts, some dressed for battle, some wear nothing but shorts. Incoming! The siren wails with its chilling sound, like puppets, strings...
by BJ Lewis | Oct 30, 2008 | Poetry
Keen to survive the last attack, don’t want my name etched on a plaque: “in memory of those who fell in Iraq” I don’t want a coffin to carry me back. Go home to all those that I hold dear. Relax, and enjoy having nothing to fear. Forget all the hardship and hold loved...
by BJ Lewis | Oct 26, 2008 | Poetry
Should I expire on foreign soil mourn for me you must not. First recall all else who fell lest they be forgot. I’ll weep for those I leave behind but don’t you weep for me for I’ll have joined my brethren and be in good company. In service of their country all of...
by BJ Lewis | Oct 13, 2008 | Poetry
No matter how much frustration there is, fear, trepidation, anxiety or unease. Despite all the hardship. Adversity aside, as long as I wear uniform I endure all with pride. For service and loyalty are what matter to me, honour, courage, respect and integrity are the...
by BJ Lewis | Oct 13, 2008 | Poetry
Deep sense of foreboding, an irrational dread, they’ll be coming tonight as I lay in my bed. There’s no logic or reason for thinking it’s so yet convinced I remain, it will happen. I know. Like so often before I stay prone in the gloom, restless, considering my...
