Just a Remembrance

Young lads in their teens and Gung Ho,
Signed on the dotted, all said let's go.
A bedraggled bunch were dumped at the gate,
A sergeant trying to form us up straight.
Stopped at each spider to drop off a few,
In we all went wondering what to do.
Most never been away from home before,
All confused asking what was in store.
Bawled out for talking too much,
He was a Geordie, could have been Dutch.
From then each day was all a whirlwind,
Awake before dawn to a clatter of noise,
A fearful time, we were only young boys.
Getting kit, marching after a fashion,
Scorned by the sergeant, shouted with passion.
Medical tests, bend over and cough.
If he goes behind me, I swear, I'm off.
It was all a bit heady in those early days,
We managed somehow to form up in line,
We grew as a group and managed just fine.
It was a million miles from where I had come,
It was worth it to see the man I'd become.
©Dave Timperley  11/10/2021
Copyright © | Year Posted 2021

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