`A wee Dram`

I wrote `A wee Dram` to portray an old soldier telling his story to a young man, a story told through the eyes of a man who has seen the elephant.



The young man listened in awe to the old soldier
Malt whiskey oiled the heroic deeds of the Grenadier
The same eyes that once looked for the enemy on a bloody battlefield
Now glinted from the log fires embers
Long still pauses
Deep breaths
Shaking hands
A drip of whiskey hit’s the carpet
Oh we were young
So very young
All dead
“Bugger Queen & Country son”
As the Grenadier smashed the whiskey glass into the flames.



© Mack (RG)"Every day feels like the day of a funeral"

Grenadier Guards