by Dave Stenhouse | Aug 31, 2009 | Poetry
You can feel the sweat running down your back, as you do your 5 and 20’s along the desert track. The convoy then carries on along the Afghanistan sands; you can count how many times you’ve been out here, on both hands. Crossing the world’s most...
by Dave Stenhouse | Aug 31, 2009 | Poetry
You are returning home from the place that you gave your young life, to the one’s that love you, your mother and father, children and wife. Nobody can see you now; you’re wrapped in the Union Jack, the flag of your country, our Queen, the uniform on your...
by Dave Stenhouse | Aug 31, 2009 | Poetry
Remembering our kiss, as I said goodbye to catch the bus, the hugs and the tears, I said try not to fuss. Our last wave, as I turned to go around the bend, I promised to call you, and the letters that I would send. We have said our goodbyes so many times, since the...
by Dave Stenhouse | Aug 31, 2009 | Poetry
You’re here to say goodbye to a British soldier that has fell, the Padre is reading verses, from the book of heaven and hell. Telling us that they walked in the shadow of the valley of death, their god following in their footsteps, until there last breath. You...
by Dave Stenhouse | Aug 31, 2009 | Poetry
We work with locally employed civilians, who have come down to work from Kabul, they are a mixed bunch of characters, and one is as strong as a mule. They service all our vehicles, the one’s that go out on the desert tracks, and all they ask for in return, is...
