Poets Corner

YOU MAY OFTEN FOOL YOURSELF AND THINK EVERYTHING IS FINE THEN IT SLOWLY DAWNS ON YOU SOMEONE HAS CROSSED THE

We weren’t any heroes they kept us in reserve but for the love of nationhood we were proud to serve

THE PEOPLE COWERED IN SILENCE, WHEN THEY HEARD THE RED BEARS’ ROAR BERLIN LAY IN RUINS, BUT THE RUSSIANS WANTED

IT SITS THERE FORLORNLY, UPON AN OFFICE CHAIR IN EXPECTATION, OF THE POPPIES WE WILL WEAR A SIMPLE CLOSING TRIBUTE,

WHEN SOUTH KOREA WAS ATTACKED, BY IT’S NEIGHBOUR FROM THE NORTH A DESPERATE CRY FROM THE WEAK, BROUGHT 77 SQUADRON

. . When I joined the Air Force Back in 1966 We were young and clever And thought we knew

  I WATCHED THEM, NO LONGER YOUNG, THOSE WHO ANSWERED THE CALL A SOBER, SOMBER REMINDER, THE ONES WHO GAVE

I HAD BEEN DOWN TO HELL MORE TIMES THAN I COULD COUNT EVERY TIME I STUMBLED MY WOES WOULD ALWAYS

I AM NOT A HERO, I JUST DID MY JOB SOME SAY AS A SERVICEMAN, I WASN’T WORTH TWO BOB