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Where are you now?

Where have all the soldiers gone?
Been a long time asking everyone.
Troops and Groups of strong young men,
All passed out as fighting troops and then?

We went in as young raw recruits, so strange,
We all learned a trade whatever it may be.
We worked for 25 hours a day on low pay,
Money went to Mum or the pub on a Saturday.

Much better than civvy Street by far you know
For off to Cove for another new trade we did go,
We were taught to build bridges on all sorts of trestles
On Hawley lake , with pontoons we would wrestle

Tried for years on the internet with no avail,
Apart from a very few, there is no trail.
I'm told every household has the means at hand,
To contact anyone, anywhere, in any land.

So, this challenge, I have decided to make,
If you or your kin read this, I ask you to take,
A moment of your time and make the parade,
You are important, one time you made the grade.

You decided as a young lad all those years ago,
To break out of the rut that you were in and so,
Off to the recruiting office, like me, you went,
Then off to a camp you were soon sent.

For Me it was Chepstow in '62 and onto Cove, you see,
I had made up my mind to become a sapper, RE.
So where are you now, over 50 years later on,
I sincerely hope that you are not dead and gone.

If you are now billeted above at the Squadron Bar,
If you have kids let them tell us where you are.
One day all these questions will be answered for me,
At The Bar where the beer and banter flow free.

© Dave Timperley, RE.01/06/2019

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