Squaddies Poem


War Hero
found this on an ex-forces NG

The Borrowers

Borrowing my boots and a bullet proof vest, I'm
a British soldier and I try my best. To fight
a war in a far off land, my gun won't work if
there's too much sand.

Thinking of my family they are so very far, I'd
be so much safer in the presidents car. Bullet
proof and very fast, wall to wall protection
in a suicide blast. Here comes a terrorist, or
an innocent Man ? Is he gonna shoot me ?
Do I shoot him while I can ?

My political masters are all safe and well, but
they sent me to this sandy hell. No equipment
and nothing nice to eat. No air conditioning, in
the blistering desert heat.

Another day begins my best mate died last night,
shot through the head, he sadly lost the fight.
A brave man dead for one political lie. Are you
gonna tell his wife and kids, just why he had
to die ?

My tour of duty is over the plane home is very
old, my house has been condemned, my bath is
full of mould. All the thanks I get for risking
my life, is a condemned house to live in, and a
frightened, anxious wife.

The electorate sent us to fight and die, while
they stayed at home, I saw a Childs leg get
blown off, I could even see the bone. I see her
face when I close my eyes, I can even hear her
screams. How can I ever again,,, have loving
pleasant dreams ?


Lantern Swinger
Yes,says it all....only there should be one correction:it was not the electorate but the politicians who send you to fight.I can only hope that you can come to terms with what you have seen....I never could