Quote/Poem A Good Read

[John A Silkstone]

This poem is from an old soldier that lives in the next street to me. He doesn't have a computer, but I thought you may like his poetry. Silky

THE ARTILLARY
By Frank Skepper

Let’s drink a toast to the artillery and all the shot and shell.
Here’s to the gunners, thank the Lord they lived to tell.

Of the battles we survived and how we fought so well,
Raise a glass to our brave comrades, who in the carnage fell.

When we were in training, we hated all those guns.
The gun drill was exhausting, you couldn’t call it fun.

Our number one and sergeant, he frightened us to death,
He’d make us double round the gun until we had no breath.

It seemed we please him never, but I suppose that was his job,
For all of this harassment, our pay was twenty-eight bob.

But he turned out some good gunners; he made us toe the line
And I suppose when we look back on it, the discipline was fine.

If he had not treated us like this, we all know full well
Once we were in battle, we may not have lived our tale to tell.

For it made us realise, we must work as a team,
Every gunner thought that their gun crew was the cream.

So it hats off to the Artillery, let’s all raise a cheer
It probably would not be so bad, to make it our career.

But I would have to be a sergeant, f I signed on again,
As I only made gunner, I think in Civvy Street I’ll remain.
sal;

 

[Bombardier]

Excellent Poem Silky, please thank the old gent for me will ya army;

 

[Frisco-Kid]

Tell him for me, also. A good one.