`A wee Dram`

By 24th July 2006December 9th, 2019No Comments

The young man listened in awe to the old soldier
Malt whiskey oiled the heroic deeds of the Grenadier
The same eyes that once looked for the enemy on a bloody battlefield
Now glinted from the log fires embers
Long still pauses
Deep breaths
Shaking hands
A drip of whiskey hit’s the carpet
Oh we were young
So very young
All dead
“Bugger Queen & Country son”
As the Grenadier smashed the whiskey glass into the flames.


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