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Gordon Bruce

Poetry

Who I really Serve

I work for a government who I don’t believe is right, they will send me to war where I will have to fight No enemy army threatens our shores, but yet to follow my orders, of to war I go Much has been done to continue this fight, but seeking…
Gordon Bruce
30th April 2011
Poetry

My Dad

I woke up this morning my thoughts of dad,does he know that am so proud and glad He is one of the few that did his best, many of his friends have been laid to rest At his base I waited for him, I watched the Hurricanes landing in At…
Gordon Bruce
30th April 2011
Poetry

My Brother, My Enemy

The man I see in front of me I remember when I was three He made me laugh he made me cry he was there when my father died When I was sad he made me glad and he took the role of my dad He sang me songs he…
Gordon Bruce
30th April 2011
Poetry

Sniper

Am trained to the highest am one of the best I work in line of eternal rest, I see my position way up high, as I climb the stairs I fear this is where I’ll die, The enemy advances from the fields below, through the sight of my rifle I…
Gordon Bruce
30th April 2011
Poetry

The Pilots Way

A summer Sunday we a laze around, mechanics working is a distant sound I turn a page and look around, I see pilots sleeping on chairs and the ground I hear a ringing, I hear a distant yell, but there’s no mistaking that scrambling bell First the phone, then comes…
Gordon Bruce
30th April 2011
Poetry

Winning Determination

I was on patrol in foreign lands, walking in the heat and on desert sands We stopped our vehicles, to set up a VCP, as I stood there on guard, knowing the enemy could see me We checked the vehicles as they passed, then all of a sudden that an…
Gordon Bruce
21st April 2011
Poetry

Wives of War

The sleepless nights the screams of pain, the trauma from war drive me insane Fallen soldiers names I know of by heart, the contestant fighting is ripping me apart Hearing the orders that got a man killed, I try so hard but am turning to pills An argument erupts and…
Gordon Bruce
21st April 2011
Poetry

Welcome Home

We stand and wait for your flight to land, to your home from desert sands The order came you answered the call, you did your duty you gave it your all You do a job that few could do, you did it with passion and honour true In the rain…
Gordon Bruce
21st April 2011
Poetry

Two Minds

On ceremony parade stand there still, thinking of the fields where men did kill Glory and pride am standing there, memories of battle I’ll never share Am standing there under a thousand eyes, but I see the pair of eyes begging not to die Orders are shouted and we do…
Gordon Bruce
21st April 2011
Poetry

Why Do You Do It?

You may ask why do what I do? A question so simple an answer so true When you wake up and switch on the TV, do you imagine being at the horrors of which you see How would you feel if you saw something untoward, and you did nothing and…
Gordon Bruce
21st April 2011