by Larry Taylor | Mar 7, 2008 | Poetry
Boots bulled up with a mirror shine Sun’s rays warming and feeling fine From new recruit, to chosen man Defends his country, best way he can. He proudly marches, getting dressings from the right The Royal Green Jackets 1986, what a beautiful sight The pace is...
by Larry Taylor | Mar 1, 2008 | Poetry
His eyes flick open as if a light turned on No cammo nets or landy’s those days are gone, He turns, looks at the time, it’s O four fifteen, No lads to wake up, no weapon to clean. It’s a pain in the arse, not going back down, Although she kisses him...
by Larry Taylor | Feb 7, 2008 | Poetry
Stepped of the train “IN ONE LINE” was the shout STOMACH IN SHOULDERS BACK, STICK THAT CHIN OUT, Confusion reign’s, on the cold station platform, Listening to orders, it’s just not the norm. “ON THE FOUR TONNER”, all done at double...
by Larry Taylor | Feb 4, 2008 | Poetry
Its not called a conflict, it’s called a war, its not like we’ve not trod this path before, The places are different, but all just the same Exactly same anguish, exactly same pain. It’s not like we’ll benefit,from the end result of this,...
by Larry Taylor | Jan 18, 2008 | Poetry
Photographs passed from father to son Reveal lives laid open and minds undone Faded now, almost worn right through Stories told, medals shown, for what they had to do. The real truth is, not so nice First day on the line, bled once then twice Blood and pain a daily...
