King and country
He always sat in an upright dining chair
Close to the table
Never slumping
One of his great arms sometimes resting on the table
Whether watching T.V. or just chatting
He was proud of what he had done
Doing his bit
Serving in the Great War
Rarely talking about the pock marked scars
That ran up one arm
And one side of his chest
Like large drill holes
Where the machine gun had caught him
And brought him down
But there he was still
No pauses or sigh of regret
A wife and children
Grandchildren
A man of rolled up sleeves
Proud to get his hands dirty
To do his bit
For country and
For king
Now finally at rest in Peace
Martin Elder
Sun 20th Nov 2016 14:31
Thanks to all for taking the time to read this piece. It was a story that came to me second hand from a work colleague years ago. She was describing her grandfather who despite what he had been through remained quite upright and stolid. Very much loved his family but for obvious reasons didn't really want to talk about what he had gone through. In answer to your comments David I think I am angry at the absolute slaughter that went on during the first world war that was perhaps better documented to a degree for the first time. I can only assume that they were not so angry themselves because it was a sign of the times when men were shot for less as apparently being cowards. Thankfully we have moved on a bit since then.
John as you say yours is indeed a great Grandad story
Ray I think most people talk a lot more these days about what they have been through or are going through which gives catharsis to both veteran and family members more easily
It was finally good to meet you Laura, as I said I will try and get across to Wigan next month.
Cynthia I always love your poetry, so well thought out. Also autumn is my favourite time of year and I then just when I think that I have run out of things to say about it
another idea pops into my head
Andy always a pleasure to get your comments
Thanks again all
Cheers
Martin