15 August 2013

Gentle Tales (rev)



The weary Gunner Sergeant said
“Come walk with me, there is no
need you older soldiers have to
crawl through scrubby weeds”.

We were easily lead; and while we
walked he told us gentle tales about
his kids instead of gory soldier stories.

He asked me where I’d want to be
in twenty years. I was gamely stuck in
simple thought, didn’t need to think
about it over much.

I replied, “Sir, I rather hope that I’m
not dead, but telling soldiers what
you’ve said”.
© I.D. Carswell, 1978