But he didn’t say much about it
A conversation I had recently with a lady I just met. With Remembrance Day coming up - Lest we Forget….
Over a cup of tea
She told me of her Dad
Who was a Rat of Trobuk
You know he didn’t tell me until I was 14
But he didn’t say much about it
He was only 21
When the War begun
He enlisted with his mates
Because he couldn’t wait
But he didn’t say much about it
There were things he wouldn’t eat
Rabbit and rice uncooked sometimes
There was not much water
Fighting the Germans and Italians in the desert
But he didn’t say much about it
When he came back home
He married my mum his sweetheart
But some nights he couldn’t sleep
Shouting out in nightmares so complete
But he didn’t say much about it.
© Paul Warren Poetry
Copyright © Paul Warren | Year Posted 2024
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