by Gordon Duff | Aug 12, 2023 | Poetry
2 platoon “Contact Wait Out”. “Contact Wait Out.” Two platoon goes to ground. “Can anyone see the enemy.” Is shouted As the platoon look around. A machine gun post. Dug in and well out of sight. For the platoon to take this...
by Gordon Duff | Aug 12, 2023 | Poetry
The Bench. Overlooking the River Humber. Standing proudly on display. A Poachers Memorial bench. A tribute to those who’ve passed away. Why a bench, a question you’ll ask? A tribute and a mark of respect. For people to sit and think. To take a break, and...
by Jan Hedger | Aug 12, 2023 | Poetry
A taper in the sinking blackness, the only glimmer of hope in the mosquito infested cell. A thin, tick mattress and a scratchy blanket bringing no comfort was all he had to lie on. Constantly shifting to stop the rabid scraping, with encrusted fingers, of the raging,...
by Gordon Duff | Aug 5, 2023 | Poetry
The B V. Across rough terrain Or trundling into battle. The BV would be strapped in. So the bloody thing didn’t rattle. The BV was a life support machine. More important than the vehicle itself. It or they sat just above the first aid kit. On the back door, on a...
by David Killelay | Aug 5, 2023 | Poetry
Safe working from the floor I’m perfectly safe working from the floor . I’ve worked at height on Emley Moor To trim an Apple tree is not an Arm Wrestle I wouldn’t have to use a trestle, A stack of metal would act as my floor Then I could get busy with my Saw Finishing...
by David Killelay | Aug 5, 2023 | Poetry
Sappers friend Please dont believe the world will end because now you’ve become a Sappers friend Loyal , humorous a bit of a lad A caring loving smashing Dad A loving , providing husband too Who all your life will take care of you. Able to cope with most of the S**t...
