by William Roe | Dec 20, 2024 | Poetry
We enlisted, signed up, didn’t make a fuss Singing Tipperary we marched off to war, Days of glory ahead were all that we saw. Little did we know of what lay ahead, A man-made place full of death and dread Where heroes stood and cowards fell, There in that stinking...
by William Roe | Dec 20, 2024 | Poetry
I’ve been away at the war, Things are not the same anymore, I don’t sleep well at night, I hear comrades crying out in fright. It’s not what I dreamt about at the front, I’m sorry, but I have to be blunt, I thought of the home that once I knew, While the bombs and...
by William Roe | Dec 20, 2024 | Stories
Mud. Mud and rain. Mud, rain and noise. This is my whole life now, along with the stench. I’ve lost count of how long I’ve been here now. Occasionally there’s a bit of activity between us and the Hun. Otherwise there’s little change. We all stink, we’ve been in our...
by William Roe | Dec 20, 2024 | Stories
The slap of running feet was muffled by the dawn mist that was settling over the airfield. Airmen ground crew and officers alike ran towards the stricken Hurricane that had landed short of the dispersal area later than the rest of B wing flight. The sound of barking...
by William Roe | Dec 20, 2024 | Poetry
Not since the wartime, when I was just a kid, When Jerry came a calling and in the shelter we hid, Now, since the pandemic, I’ve written poems by the score, I’ve come to the conclusion, that I’m not proud or sore. I’m going into battle, with all my poems ablaze,...
