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Poetry

N.I.T.A.T.

Down the rope Helicopter swaying Out into space I’m silently praying With full kit on Feeling rather heavy Rather be in the Naafi Having a bevy My gloves are burning Sliding down the rope Hit the ground Not to fast I hope Land with a thud Breath knocked out Barrel…
Tom Mcgreevy
25th January 2008
Poetry

THE HIDDEN WAR

The operative lay watching The dew of early Dawn The smell of farmhouse cattle Alone and so forlorn Three days in this position A hide just up the hill Waiting for his target So patient and so still Just listening and watching For goings to and fro Peeing in his…
Tom Mcgreevy
8th August 2007
Poetry

THE DET

Alone in the corner, The Irish music blaring. Don’t look up, don’t look round, The I.R.A. are staring. Have they sussed me ? Shall I leave ? A long way to the door. Oh God ! I feel them coming, Slowly cross the floor. With shaking hands, I raise my…
Tom Mcgreevy
8th July 2007