The Riflemen
Laurie's Poem. I wrote this poem about a mentor who served in the British army. I did my 14 weeks basic training but got discharged, but these things and inspiration keep me going.
To look upon our faces.
Our Steely gaze,untamed hair a scary sight to behold.
These aged features, our barbaric style.
We may seem like old men who have no souls.
Behind our fixed vacant eyes.
Are scars that will remain.
The loss, the grief we all have seen.
Torment us still never-ending pain.
For us who have passed we were known as "Viking".
Thought of as ruthless and cruel.
Many believed we slayed foes in jest.
This was never truth at all.
Our relatives, next in line
Understand we were simply men with loved ones for whom we paid the price.
Which anyone would for those they, protect and love.
We gave the ultimate sacrifice.
From we who carry on the fight we shall never forget the fallen.
Our brothers before us,who died bravely in war.
We honour them, we Riflemen.
Live on forevermore.
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