SARGE
And so I said to our sarge
The one who's in charge
And whose bite is much worse than his bark
I'm not really cut out for this soldiering lark
And he said;
Son, I fully understand your feeling
Empathy's part of our sergeanting training
And I wouldn't like to ask you to go out there in the mud
Especially as it's just started raining.
But I'm not in charge of this army
Just this little bit here in this trench
And the general would think I was barmy
If I let you go out and get drenched
So, bear with me Son
Just find your nice gun
If you can remember just where you left it
And I think I know best
So accede to my request
We'll have a quiet stroll
Find a nice safe shell hole
Have a fag, and a joke, and a laugh
And when we get back
When we've done the attack
You can have supper, and I'll run your bath.
© nigel hallworth 2014