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Poetry

Loving a Soldier

Loving a soldier is not always gay For with a price you must pay It’s mostly loving but not to hold It’s being young and feeling old It’s sending a letter with an upside stamp, To a faraway lover in a faraway camp Being in love with merely your dreams…
Unknown
31st October 2009
Poetry

The Final Inspection

The soldier stood and faced God, Which must always come to pass. He hoped his shoes were shining, Just as brightly as his brass. 'Step forward now, you soldier, How shall I deal with you ? Have you always turned the other cheek ? To My Church have you been…
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2nd October 2009
Poetry

Texas Love Poem.

Suzy Lee fell in love She planned to marry Joe. She was so happy ‘bout it all She told her pappy so. Pappy told her, ”Suzy Gal Youll have to find another, I’d just as soon yo mam don’t know, But Joe is your half brother”. So Suzy forgot about…
Unknown
7th May 2009
Stories

RAF/RN Rivalvry..from a military forum

( Found on a Military Forum ) 5-Feb-09 14:49 NEWTON Current weather conditions have reminded me of a story doing the rounds in, I think, the mid-70s. Apparently, RN ratings at an RAF base (Phantom squadron at Leuchars?) in similar conditions built a snowman, which a passing RAF driver then…
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9th March 2009
Poetry

A different Christmas Poem

The embers glowed softly, and in their dim light, I gazed round the room and I cherished the sight. My wife was asleep, her head on my chest, My daughter beside me, angelic in rest. Outside the snow fell, a blanket of white, Transforming the garden to a winter delight.…
Unknown
7th December 2008
Poetry

Ode to ‘Tumbledown’

It was the guardsman of the crown Who scaled the heights of Tumbledown And fought that night a bloody fight To see victory by dawn's first light From crag to crag amongst the rock They skirmished on, numbed by shock Through hell and mortar fire they moved Till at last…
Unknown
19th February 2008
Poetry

Tae a Fert

Oh, whit a sleekit, horrible beastie, Lurks in yer stomach efter a feastie. As ye sit doon among yer kin, There starts tae stir an’ enormous wind. The neeps an’ tatties an’ mushy peas Stert workin’ like a gentle breeze. But soon the puddin’ wi’ the sonsie face Will huv…
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18th February 2008
Poetry

I PROMISE TO MAKE YOU MORE ALIVE

I promise to make you more alive than you have ever been For the first time you’ll see your pores opening Like the gills of a fish And you’ll hear the noise of blood in galleries And feel the light gliding in on your corneas Like the dragging of a…
Unknown
10th February 2008