[Wigwam]

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[mitch]

oh wow wigwam i love that, can i ask where you found it.

[Mike 700]

Wrote this for Remembrance Day – not to everyone’s taste, Agreed!

God Bless them all!

 

Grown men praying Padre did I hear you say
Not any of my team Padre no sir, no effin way
Each of my guy’s a trained Killer not a little mouse
Nah, the women do all the praying in their house

They’re Special Forces Padre , creme de la effing creme
Praying is alien to hard barstewards like them
When ‘Charlie’ attacks us with rifle & a scream
He’s attacking the top guys , the elite , yes sir, the cream

Look out Padre there’s some incoming shells
Cover your ears or you’ll forever be hearing bells
Look out , look out Jonno ,what the hell is that
Down by your feet Padre damn, it’s, it’s his head ,still in his effing hat

Jonno, oh Jonno ,God he’s brown bread
Lying there bleeding and no blinking head
Padre hey Padre say some thing please
I need you to help us, the fear, the tension to ease

More coming in damn ,Freddy just bought it
Jesus sweet Jesus please get us out of it
God what the hell was that , damn I’m getting all hot & sweaty
Did I post that letter to Dad , and the one to my lovely sister Betty

Did you see that Padre, Padre wake up, please don’t let go
Wake up damn you , pray for me and my mate Joe
Only three of us left and more hell coming in
Can your God forgive me Padre for my life of sin,

This may be my last day on your God’s earth
Wake up Padre pray pray pray for all your worth
Look, look there , oh God forgive me I pray
Just let me see my family please, for just one more day

What the hell is that terrible,terrible smell
Padre can you hear me oh hell oh hell oh hell
Here comes Charlie rifle & scream
He not going get me , top guy – the cream

’cause when the going gets tough
The tough will get rough
No need to pray Padre, not even now on my very last day
I don’t need God now Padre i’ve got adrenalin, I don’t need you to pray

Hell what’s that warm wet feeling down in my gut
Drifting away Padre going down ?, but
I didn’t need God I’m a tough Geordie lad
But I can’t focus can’t breathe , Dad, oh Dad, where are you Dad

Padre wake up please , Padre just wake.
Help me find God please before it’s too late
Don’t know what I’m saying,  but I see a light
Guide me towards it Padre so warm & so bright

[Wigwam]

I nicked it from here Mitch:

Two Minutes’ Silence by Charles Spencelayh exhib. 1928 (Private Collection). Remembrance Day. pic.twitter.com/CtcAcQ5ItC

— Dr Liv Gibbs (@DrLivGibbs) November 11, 2019

[Wigwam]

More information about the picture her, Mitch:

http://www.sothebys.com/en/auctions/ecatalogue/2014/british-irish-art-l14132/lot.213.html

[Wigwam]

Just read your very thought provoking poem, Mike.  Thanks for sharing it.

[Mike 700]

My pleasure, have a good day!

[POPS]

Thanks for sharing this very powerful and moving image Wigwam, it speaks louder and more eloquently of loss than many a Remembrance sermon.

Thanks also for sharing your poetic thoughts Mike, they strike a cord with my emotional need to believe even though it may be outweighed by my analytical mind.

[Author]

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