Brew Time

I wrote this light hearted poem `Brew Time` see they are not always about death. It just shows how much you appreciate a cup of tea and a spell of relaxation , we take it for granted that we can just boil a kettle in our kitchens with all our mod cons and gadgets, in War a hot brew is pure luxury. Soldiers are issued with a hexamine stove (See Above) light weight and easy to use, as long as you can get the hexamine block to light in the wind, as used by British soldiers in the 1982 Falklands Islands War.

I have never enjoyed a cup of tea more
Than with your mates on a hill when your knackered and sore
The pain goes away with the jokes and the crack
You cant even feel the Bergen blisters burst on your back
The simple taste of the tea is not earl grey or PG Tips
It dont matter you see when it crosses your lips
Right lads fags out, get your arses in gear
The stumbling and cursing and dreaming of beer
A cold patch of sweat makes you shiver and sway
Up this big bastard hill for another days pay
How you wish you were at the front like the Corporal speed freak
Hell be first with his `hexy` when he gets to the peak.



© Mack (RG) The thoughts of a Falklands War Veteran.