Tuesday, 3 April 2007

The Falklands War 2/10




`Coming Of Age`

The guns fell silent his ears ringing like church bells
Warm sunlight hit his face like a smile from God
The mist of battle drifted over his friends, no one spoke
Filling his lungs with air he could taste the cordite
Eyes stinging he thought of nothing
He was alive
He was Twenty years old
A tear trickled down the side of his face
He wiped it away and pushed on up the hill.







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

  1. PCFrankyFact3 April 2007 at 12:56

    That is really moving RG.
    Is it you?

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  2. Unknown3 April 2007 at 14:22

    Yes I started to write poetry years ago to deal with my PTSD. You can read all my stuff here http://www.postpoems.com/members/mack619/

    Thanks for your comments.

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  3. Anonymous3 April 2007 at 19:26

    Taz says....Only a combat vet can write poetry as powerful as that rogue, good stuff buddy.

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Pointless leaving spam it wont be published.

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