Major Sean Birchall

by | Jun 3, 2010 | Poetry | 0 comments

As I sit underneath this flawless sky,
At home it’s another wife and families turn to cry.

I can’t begin to understand their pain,
Another blot in this 10th chapter,
Another stain.

Somewhere near a bomb maker celebrates success!
But he is the mine on Helmands path,
With him their can be no progress.

The intensity of my convictions swell,
At the thought of those brave men who fell.

And back in the PRT as I pace the ground,
The crunch of sand and gravel the only sound.

In this desolate land,
Decisive action needs to tell,
To f*****g smash Terry straight to Hell.


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