By 2nd June 2009December 9th, 2019No Comments

From Camp Bastion you called
When you wished us all well.
And, then, you went back
To that furnace of hell.
‘Out, here, in this s***hole
-of Helmand I sit.
If a plot for me waits ‘n
those lush fields o’ grass
Then, I pray to the Lord
That this madness’ll pass.
I’ll sweat in the desert
I’ll fight, an’ I’ll die.
Though not for some flag
Nor a queen on a throne.
I’ll fight for those lads
Till the day we go home…

Robert Carson

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