A Soldiers Day
poem by:
Alex McEwan
Written
on Jul 04, 2013
Rhodesia 1977 A soldier’s other day Morning comes as the sky turns light Chasing away the blackness of night Landscape before me, the river in view Wondering how the day will ensue Check my weapon over again and again Something to do to keep me sane Look through my scope in to the bush Safety off with a fingers push Figures move in the thick under growth This part of my work I, really loath Eight of them come all are with arms Birds fly from trees, shriek their alarms Silence is broken with the bark of my gun The body goes back and lies in the sun All hell breaks loose as my troop join in A claymore mine, then adds to the din Battle continues, thirty seconds it takes Half a minute, decided their fates These men died for what they craved Today how many civilian lives we saved
Tags: deep, confused, scary,
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Trevor Cartwright commented:
Alex, your poem really captures a soldier's inner turmoil. It is not easy to kill, even if it is for the greater good. Your work makes me want to study the Rhodesian conflicts! It sounds so interesting, yet I know very little about it.
greg woods
commented:
Nice description Alex, well done.
greg woods
commented:
Nice description Alex, well done.
