Poems

The Gift by Paul Fitton(Ex REME)

Fields so green,
Corn so high,
Mud so thick,
What a place to die.


In the heat and dust,
In the snow & cold,
It matters no more,
We’ll never grow old.


But listen to us,
The flower of your youth,
Who came & fought & died,
For freedom victory & truth.


Don’t waste this gift,
Treasure the fact,
That for your tomorrows,
We made a selfless act.