by Emad Qweitin | Jun 4, 2014 | Poetry
For we are the covert eyes and ears, and special is in the name. squadron A,B,D and G Our discipline is an immortal flame. From our origins in ’41 our missions home and beyond. unconventional and we serve as a model, and a tight unbreakable bond. For throughout...
by Paul Knight - Kirby | Jun 14, 2013 | Poetry
I once owned a uniform that shone in pride The polished brass, creases and lines An army of friends and civilian respect I marched upon every street, placed every laureate The glowing admiration, the tireless market Of gazing faces that sung even to the heartless...
by Don Holmes | Jan 26, 2013 | Poetry
Not for me the rolling hills Of a green and pleasant land But trudging through a muddy field Or sprayed by wind-blown sand I do not rest in crisp clean sheets Laid on a feather bed Just the harshness of the earth On which to lay my head I do not have the luxury Of...
by Dennis Shrubshall | Nov 29, 2012 | Poetry
Sit if you will and turn out the light You’re sitting now alone Think if you can of a Soldier Similarly on his own Except for the fact that he’s in a foxhole In the midst of battle somewhere Unable to move or look around As an enemy may spot him there Vigilance is his...
by Jan Hedger | Jul 21, 2012 | Poetry
The mission today is to go into town An exercise in PR; they call it Whilst I live in fear of losing my legs One doesn’t share that of course Part of a soldier’s dress code Is the wearing of a confident smile No sooner had we jumped from the truck Than they were...
