Victoria Cross
How uncomfortable I was, sun beating down,
wished I was back home in Esher,
I didn't have to kill anyone in Surrey,
now life and death, always in a hurry.
It was what I was paid for, King and country,
with all this gear on, so damn heavy;
some sort of pillbox ahead, giving trouble,
remembered my commander: 'At the double.'
Then one of us was down, poor devil,
do I just leave him there in the sand?
No, I can't do that, I'm up towards him,
my chances are poor, life expectancy grim.
Drag back, nearly there, then the sting,
in the shoulder, damn, it really hurt,
pushed comrade into cover, over a ridge,
then there coming, other side of the bridge.
My mother was told about the son she adored,
unfortunately, I wouldn't be around to collect the award.
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