Standing to attention
Wondering if this will be the last night.
Looking at the stars high above
When overhead the guns fire
Like firecrackers
Spiting out the noise of sorrow
A place where home seems a million
Light years away, like an impossible dream
But they go down together till the end
Thinking of the green fields
Of little old England
Where together they will forever be,
Brothers in arms.
By Carole Farish
Sometimes I like to write. 