by John Sinclair | Sep 30, 2008 | Poetry
The sun beats down upon the parade ground What a beautiful day As the banners they sway What a welcome home For the soldiers return Excited children in need of their dad Weeping wife’s the one’s who really had it bad A joyful dad who is so glad To be back in the arms...
by John Sinclair | Sep 18, 2008 | Poetry
For all the things I didn’t do I should have told you more how much I loved you For I feel the time now is too late I have to keep a date with the cold hands of fate For all the things I didn’t do To have walked in the hills with you on my arm Skinny dipping in the...
by John Sinclair | Sep 5, 2008 | Poetry
As I lie here and dream I hear a scream The sergeant shouts Drop your c**** and pick up your socks It’s time to rock So let’s make those bed blocks I spring into action and leap out of my bed There’s something to be said about a G10 army bed I grab at the covers and...
by John Sinclair | Sep 5, 2008 | Poetry
The guns fell silent No more death from above The final shot has been fired The guns roar no more I look upto the sky Dare I ask why? Why has so many been taken I hope that their lost lives will not be forsaken I feel the sun on my face I close my eyes tight The suns...
by John Sinclair | Aug 28, 2008 | Stories
You know Davy he has got no luck, we are starting to call him the Jonah, how’s that I asked, what’s the script with him? Well let me tell you, you know the first drogue bombing that we had and the RUC hot spur got totalled, Ye I remember that blew a huge hole in it,...
