Lest we forget

[wally15]

He was gettingold and paunchy
And his hair was falling fast
And he sat around the legion
Telling stories of the past

Of a war he once fought in
And the deeds that he had done
In his exploits with his buddies
They were herios every one

And though sometimes to his neighbours
His tale become a joke
All his buddies listened quietly
for they knew wereof he spoke

But well here his tales no longer
For old bob has passed away
And the worlds a little poorer
For a soldier died today

He wont me mourned by many
Just his childeren and his wife
For he only lived an ordinary
Verry quiet sort of life

He held a job and raised a family
Going quietly on his way
And the world wont know his passing
Though a soldier died today

When politicians leave this earth
Their bodies lie in state
While thousands note his passing
And proclaim that thay were great

Papers tellof their life stories
From the time that thay were young
But the passing of a soldier
Goes unnoticed and unsung

Is the greatest contribution
To the welfair of our land
Some jerk who breaks his promise
And cons his fello man

Or the ordinary fellow
Whoin times of war and strife
Goes of to serve his country
And offers up his life

The politicians stipend
And the style in which he lives
Are often disproportionate
To the service that he gives

While the ordinary soldier
Who offered up his all
Is paid of with a medal
And perhaps a pension small

Irs so easy to forget them
For it is so many times
That our bobs and jims and johnnys
Went to battle but we know

It is notthe politicians
With their compromise and ploys
Who won for us the freedom
That our country now enjoy

Should you find yourself in danger
With your enemies at hand
Would you really want some cop-out
With his ever-waffling stand

Or would you want a soldier
His home, his country, his kin
Just a common soldier
Who would fight until the end

He was just a common soldier
And his ranks were growing thin
But the presence should remind us
We may need his like again

For when countries are in conflict
We find the soldiers part
Is to clean up all the troubles
That the politicians start

If we cannot do him honour
While he is here to hear the praise
Then at least lets give him homage
At the ending of his days

Perhaps this should be stuck to paul flynns head as he yomps over the hills of brecon in full combat kit to see how it feels. WALLY 15