Poets Corner

‘Twas a bitter morning, With wind, icy hale, and snow. One’s fingers too cold to do buttons up. If you’ve served at Carlisle you would know.

On the retrospective prosecution of soldiers. Wring your hands and drape the bell. We’re looking at another one. We’re sending him to hell.

On 15 January 1959 I enlisted into the Army as a boy soldier. The weather was bitterly cold and I

I cannot help smiling whenever I recall my youth as a boy soldier, when bullying was practiced as an art form for ‘character building’.

I have often railed against DFDA believing those who promoted it in effect laid down the bed from which has grown the Brereton Report.

Lord Cardigan led an army Which he dressed to look right smart. So that even if they could not fight They’d damned well look the part.

So, being alive and because we can, Let’s raise our glass to the fighting man Of The Royal Australian Regiment.

Many years ago I trod lightly through the woods, Being careful not to crush the undergrowth with my feet. I

Rise up ye men of Essex. Come forth with me this day. For there’s Viking to be fighting, Their ships