Just read about the passing of 39th Battalion Militia Australian Infantry WW2 soldier who together stood alone facing the Japanese when they first invaded Papua New Guinea in 1942. “Lest we forget.”
His breathing was becoming laboured
As his time on earth drew to an end he now favoured
Mates he marched with in those terrible days
Were calling him now to come away
Khaki uniform appears on his withered form
A brown slouch hat cocked to the side a norm
Gone now the old bones to younger ones
No more pain his time here now undone
His mates of Kokoda Track were smiling
Happily he joined them no denying
“Hey Georgy mate you in for a beer”
As they left together mates still so very clear.
© Paul Warren Poetry
Copyright © Paul Warren | Year Posted 2019
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