By Tomas ‘Paddy’ Hamilton

You’ve lain within your fallen steed, for nearly forty years But decades cannot wipe away, the heartache and the tears

I recall the day I met him, when I went to read my poem About the Anzac spirit, at the

When the government deploys you, to perform some dodgy task You tell your folks. “Secret Squirrel”. In other words. “Don’t

I wondered why we settled here, in the land that time forgot When it comes to nasty fauna, this place

Based on a true event I remember my dear old teacher, who often made the call “Heads  down and bums

The Army has many trades and it seemed part of the plot, When I joined the Engineers, I sometimes scored the lot

The flag’s been raised, the anthem played, we’ve sung our last refrain And I have finally made it here, to stand before your name.

No one ever knew his pain, or heard his silent cry
But those who could have helped him, will ask the question – WHY?

In the art of living lies, this one knows his game – The military imposter, the one who knows no shame

When I joined the Air Force I heard my DI state, “There’s a phrase you all will soon learn” – “Just hurry up and wait!”

The Sergeant Major – a poem by Tomas (Paddy) Hamilton