Old Albion

A young British soldier advancing to contact in the Falkland Islands 1982.

I don’t want to die
Not on this day
Is this my destiny
A soldiers death
What is honourable
These young eyes have not seen enough
But seen too much already
Closing them but never the fear
Fear of showing fear
Advance
Forward
I shall not falter
To die alone
Become a soldier
Follow the pipes
The colours
My mates
To smell stale beer
I will not die this day
Old Albion awaits.


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