Digger
As I gaze upon the crimson tide
Tears of sorrow I cannot hide
Comrades fallen, slain and dead
I wish they'd taken me instead
In shock I wonder to where fallen mates are
Wiping my memory but it will leave a scar
Muffled yelling falls silent forever
Jimmy and Thommo, I'll forget them never
17 and 18 years, Christ they were only boys
Taken to early to experience life's joys
I look around joined by a medic
"We're the only ones left" I turn to be sick
We have to try to crawl from this beach
I pluck up the courage as he pulls back the breach
Cover me I yell as I run for the cliff
I dance to the rhythm of their deadly riff
I trip and fall across an enemy wire
I see myself below all covered in fire
Now I stand at the gates with my head held high
I get my set of wings for now I can fly
LEST WE FORGET
Copyright © Mark Robinson | Year Posted 2015
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