Comradeship

As servicemen have always done
we soldier many years
We witness so much laughter
and witness many tears

.

Whilst we serve there may come times
we stop to wonder why
We’ve survived through conflicts
where so many had to die

.

Though my career has ended
my memories are still strong
Of all the men I knew back then
some guided me along

.

We learn so much from our mistakes
we make them on the way
It’s with the aid of comrades
that things turn out okay

.

I believe it’s in the training
it’s in those early years
It’s in those days of hardship
when we learn to face our fears

.

For some it wasn’t easy
we really got quite stressed
But when we looked around us
we realised we were blessed

.

Some people like reunions
they chat and dance and drink
Others are much more content
to just sit back and think

.

I am of the latter type
I’ve come to realise
I am one of many
who’s tried to break the ties

.

It’s not because I don’t enjoy
the thoughts of looking back
Be it Berlin, Northern Ireland
The Falklands or Iraq

.

We went to these we did our job
and did it as we ought
But now that it’s all over
I like to spare a thought

.

For all those who survived those years
and passed away through time
Some had done the family thing
their lives became sublime

.

The loved ones of these men will grieve
with love the years can’t sever
We knew them as our comrades
as that they’ll live forever …

*

Author’s Note: In dedication to
and inspired by
the premature passing of
colleague and good friend
Andy Longhurst.

***

 

 This is a selection from Military Matters: An Anthology of Poetry – Volume 4.