by John Maclean | Mar 9, 2011 | Poetry
The turkey’s all been eaten The Xmas pud is done The paper hats are wilting Beneath the Afghan sun The carols have resounded Xmas wishes were exchanged The posts are all alert now, the targets have been ranged One brief hour of normality to brighten up the soul...
by John Maclean | Mar 9, 2011 | Poetry
With danger at the doorway We hear the bugle sound Just like the call to arms before They rally all around The soldiers and the sailors The airman in the sky They answer to the country’s call But never asking “why?” The kit is readied as before The weapons oiled and...
