Driven Crazy

Driven Crazy in 41 You were there in forty one, When Australia it called, King an country it was fun, Adventure it enthralled. On a hill in Syria, Death was to be denied, French Foreign Legion plastered you , And several Aussies died. 75 mm cannon gave you shellshock, Amongst a hundred shells, Almost driven off your block, Insanity you’ll tell. And most were driven crazy, By the ringing of the bells, And several walking lunatics , Were left there in their hell. 4 days of hammering artillery, And then you got away, The Aussies drove off the French, The guns went quiet today. Kokoda found you in the green, Quietly creeping through the hills, Move so slow, listen though, Jap will plonk you sure to kill. Your eyes don’t stop a watching, For a movement in the mist, For if you stop a watching, Surely, bullet kissed! Jap scout plonks at you , And you’re a plonking back, Fixed bayonet stabs too, When death walks on the track. Somehow you get off the first shot, Old Tommy gun is true! The knockdown power, Kills Jappo dour, Life goes on for you. Don Johnson 19-may-11