Where is the street I loved so wellOf many years agoThe years have gone and who can tellWhere did those people go? The old gas lamp where the gang would meetAt the top of Morris LaneThe alleyway to Carnals courtWe sheltered from the rain. Fish and chips at Mrs Trouts,We…
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Where, where are my mornings?Where are my happy days?Where, where is my shining sun?Where are friends of mine? Why did the sun go down on Bosnia?Where did my morning dawn?There’s no song, and there’s no happinessAll the tears won’t wash my pain away(Volunteered with healing hands in Bosnia 1997-1998-1999) Bill…
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In the streets of SarajevoYou will see shell and shrapnel holesFilled with plastic paint of redThese large and small paint-filled holesRemain to tell us of the sacrificeBy the many, many wounded and the deadWho fell in Sarajevo Your crimson petalsNurtured by your blood and tearsShine and glisten in the rainLocked…
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We walked to the barracksBernie, John, Eric and meTime for call upIn the British ArmyA beautiful morningIn the month of MayWhen we entered the gatesWe were filled with dismayThe R.P’s greeted usAnd shouted with gleeWe hope you bastardsWill never be FreeSix weeks on the squareWe marched up and downSquare bashing…
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They lowered his body into the sandIn a far away foreign landFor Johnny was a soldier The bugler played our last farewellThe rifles cracked and who will tellOf Johnny who was a soldier (John Gibbs buried May 1949 Moascar) Bill Underwood From the series “National Service poems 1947-1949 by Bill…
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Poor Paddy, we took him along the road to hell, through Ishmailia to Moascar Jail. Paddy looked sick and was really quite pale, as we entered the gates of Moascar Jail. Which of the bastards will be prisoner here? Screamed the provost Sergeant as we stood in fear. Prisoner…
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“Blood Hell” said Ginger we did run wellMuch faster than any GazelleFor on that day the stakes were highNear fifty of them against Ginger and IRocks and stones hurtled through the skyBut none of them hit Ginger and I“Bloody Hell” said Ginger we did run wellEnkeliz askari yallah imsheeThe…
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Egypt farewell, Goodbye, AdueWe leave you now foreverOur time is up, demob is dueWe’re homeward bound whatever We marched and slept on burning sandsWith scorpions to torment usYou did not want us in your landOur deeds sometimes outrageous We go now to our promised landWhere grass is green all overSweethearts…
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In the Corn ExchangeThe band played“Now is the hour”We danced the last waltz I walked her homeWe kissed goodbye On the troopshipI sailed away Six hundred nightsI dreamedOf the last waltzAnd the goodbye kiss On a troopshipI sailed home In the Corn ExchangeThe band playedI didn’t danceThe last waltz I…