by Dougie Icke | Feb 15, 2012 | Poetry
My baby boy of 4 months old, I leave you soon I fear Afghanistan for 6 whole months, my god that’s half a year But daddy is a soldier and soldiering is my job But that doesn’t make it easy to leave my Harry Bob. This 2 weeks leave before I go is going rather fast I...
by Dougie Icke | Feb 15, 2012 | Stories
My friend Lee Harper was a Signaller undertaking a 2 week arduous ‘cadre’ course on the cold Catterick training area that anybody who has served there knows is rather cold in January. Lee, along with myself and 30 or so other young Royal Signals soldiers were trying...
by Dougie Icke | May 6, 2011 | Poetry
Do you consider your views most important And commit them continually to word Subjecting the many to endless receipts Of opinions that have to be heard. Whilst I’m sure that your mission is worthy Against those whom you might not agree These mails that you type, that...
by Dougie Icke | May 6, 2011 | Poetry
I saw a girl once, in a far-away place, whose face I can still see, she was begging She was very young, six at best And she stood on an empty street. I took a picture, I don’t know why Begging kids and old ladies weren’t rare Yet this place called Varres was deserted...
