The Fallen

When the sun rises I will feel no warmth When the wind blows I will feel no breeze Falling rain will not chill me Dark nights I shall not fear Medals sent to my family A flag at half mast to remember me No more reason to be bold as my soul grows slowly cold I’ve done...

Musa Qala’s Drift.

With the standard shining in the sun, Feeling the weight of the gun, Barricaded in pockets of ressistance, Far away from any assistance. This isnt the land of zulus and redcoats, Just pure survival and the occational anecdotes, It feels like it’s the whole country...

We will remember them

A field of poppies lies where blood was shed. And on this day we remember. Small white crosses stand at their head. And on this day we remember. Countless millions in war have died. And on this day we remember. In their actions and sacrifice we have such pride. And on...

In Loving Memory

Scented candles softly burning Round a shrine for all to see The centre, a picture of a hero Stands in loving memory A single tear runs down her cheek As she dusts the photo frame Through her tears she whispers ‘I wish I could see you again’ She kisses her fingers,...

’55 AD Wings of Pride’

As on mighty wings of fear they ride, Air Despatchers fly with greatest pride, To drop supplies for Warriors lean, That fight the foe in deep jungles green. Though every flight is death unseen, Each Despatcher’s pride is very keen, For a job that gives him joy...