by Chris Green | Nov 20, 2006 | Poetry
In between the ones who buy one Cheap poppy in the two weeks Are those who fill my tin And ask nothing in return; They give and give again These young and old. Perhaps they understand That military persons Stand on the line of battle Because of some, safe, politician....
by Chris Green | Nov 20, 2006 | Poetry
The Duty of Care, Mister Blair: The Social Contract Between the United Kingdom And those who fight For Queen and Country. What price care? Mr Blair. Now you’ve destroyed The support services And military hospitals: What price Duty of Care? Mister Blair. Join the queue...
by Chris Green | Nov 20, 2006 | Poetry
The Queen’s Tank Corps Stands on its plinth In Catterick Camp: Once a place of training And now a housing estate – Accommodation for Prisoners or immigrants. Where once soldiers trained And left to join regiments; Where ‘tanks’ lived in garages And rumbled along roads...
by Chris Green | Nov 20, 2006 | Poetry
Lay the track, lay the track-link, Rattling, noisy, cloud of dust, Metallic bang, cloud of rust, Bazooka plates and towing hooks Knocking, steel, hooking eyes, Slack tow ropes and ringing oil cans Hidden beneath diesel smoke. This is the Chieftain tank, Which draws...
by Chris Green | Nov 20, 2006 | Poetry
A smile and a greeting One comrade to another, Perhaps an old man, Perhaps a young man, Both with too many memories. Women too now with equality And all equal memories too. The bangs of bonfire night And childrens’ happy voices And I remember other noises And the loss...
