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England had joined WW II,
War declared against Germany
All men and women of the age
Required for conscription, joined,
Bravery had to be shown,
Even cowards could not decline.
Trembling they stood in line.
Excitement, fear, yet only teenagers,
Adrenaline, anxiety, eagerness,
These emotions all felt by each
Soldier to be,
What would I do, I guess like my dad,
I would join, for that would be me!
At eighteen, my father felt like a man,
Prepared to do what he could
And unbeknown to him then, what he would.
Alan Hunt, yes, that was him,
I am afraid it says on your records,
You have flat feet, lucky you,
You are exempt, next please,
Oh no, said my dad, I want to fight,
With all my heart soul and mind,
I want to do what I know is right,
All my friends have joined,
I don’t want to be left behind, 
I want to enlist
Please Sir, flat feet or not, I insist.

Off went the Sergeant to speak
To his officer,
We need all the men we can get,
So yes, let
Him enlist, but not as a foot soldier
So assigned to the Tanks was 
Young Alan Hunt,
And without further ado,
Became a soldier,
And sent to the front.

To Italy and Northern Africa
Was Private Hunt assigned,
In the Sahara Desert, in Egypt,
And Sudan, all allies of the Nazis,
He and his small troop
Who were not afraid, fought,
And thank God, never got caught,
Or imprisoned, what a horror,
That would have been, but something
Of great interest happened one day,
What I say,
Is the truth, straight from the horse’s mouth,
They were bombed in error
From their own planes and from 4,
That could fit in a tank, another 15 
Jumped in, and 19 came out.
All safe and sound.
My dad said he needed a drink,
For all were on the brink
Of death, but it wasn’t their time,
Otherwise, I would not be
Writing this rhyme.

The British troops were ordered to liberate
Greece, which they did 
On October 12th 1944,
And who was amongst them, 
But my dad,
Although wars are bad,
Good came of this frightful event,
It was surely Heaven sent,
For at a huge party my grandfather gave
For the British boys,
What joys,
My dad met and fell in love
With a beautiful Greek girl,
A swirl
Of a romance, they got married,
Stayed in Greece for a while, lived
In Cyprus and England and next
Moved to Rhodesia in 1957,
When I was three,
Then Zambia, and finally to South Africa,
My beloved country, 
My grand-daughter is now almost three.
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