Different Sky

Memories of an old soldier...

 

Beneath a different sky, red tunics smartly pressed

Cover rice paper skin on brittle bones

As cataract eyes blink away tears

And limbs tremble and fingers shake

But proud, so proud old soldiers are

Diminishing one by one

Taken to rest in peaceful bunks.

 

“Attention Lads…Eyes Right,

The RSM’s here, look tight”

Standing if they can

Sitting if they must

The inspector a boy in uniform

Yet to taste war’s dust.

 

Beneath a different sky, green tunics torn to shreds

Cover smooth skin on thick hard bones

As bright blue eyes blink away tears

And limbs tremble and fingers shake

But proudly on young soldiers march

Cut down one by one

Left to rot on blood soaked fields.

 

“Come on Lads…be brave,

To these b******s we’ll never be slaves”

Marching if they can

Dying if they must

These boys in their country’s uniform

Choke on this war’s dust.

 

Beneath a different sky, white sheets pressed and clean

Cover rice paper skin on brittle bones

As cataract eyes blink away tears

And limbs tremble and fingers shake

But proud, so proud old soldiers die

Alone in empty wards…

 

“We’re there Lads…one last push,

Be quiet now…come on…hush”

Standing tall once more

Because they know they must

These boys in smart new uniforms

Free of this war’s dust.

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