by Gordon Bruce | Apr 8, 2011 | Poetry
I stood at the bed watching you sleep, knowing that in my heart I will have you to keep I ran my hands through your silky hair, leaving you now is so hard to bare I gently lean over and give you a kiss, my time at sea you will surely be missed I put my boots on and...
by Gordon Bruce | Apr 8, 2011 | Poetry
Christmas Eve had came and gone, it wasn’t long when we heard enemy’s song After some songs a voice we heard, “Merry Christmas Tommy” a German soldier said In the trenches, Christmas had arrived, with this gentle knowledge, our moral thrived In the cold and dark we...
by Gordon Bruce | Apr 8, 2011 | Poetry
Under the depths we lurk unseen, the smell of diesel and no shower to clean We find a convoy and cruiser escort, we take the gamble and go for the shot We line up in front they are ahead if we get this wrong we could be dead We run silent we run slow, we fire tubes...
