Poetry

TRIBUTE! Men of SAS

By 7th May 2010December 9th, 2019No Comments

Why do these brave men go, where angels fear to tread?
Through the darkest valley deep and over lands of dead
The pilgrims of the Crown; always further they shall go
Beyond the last Blue Mountains, ever barred by snow
Across those seething angry, or calm glimmering seas
And through humid jungle with mighty towering trees
Across a raging river, with crocodiles so full
Face an angry enemy who will charge like a bull
Sometimes in dugout ditches, they live from night to day
Ive seen one of these stalwarts, actually kneel and pray
Professional and tough, some die on duty alas
No soldier comes quite near them: The men of the SAS

Leslie de la Haye

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