Binyon County: The Defective Kite
Who remembers me, Lieutenant Aubergine?
Fifth Division, Eighth Army Corps
Does anyone recall the days of glory?
Long before the treaty, long before
Someone may recall the medals I amassed
For bravery beyond the call of sense
I never sought for kudos, just for service
Of a kind that is itself a recompense
And though I lost a limb or two, I really can't complain
That no one ever called me Algernon
For that was but a nickname of a kind
We used to use in Ypres, now long gone
Who looks upon my scars with scorn?
A story I could tell you for each one
But casting pearls before pacifist swine
Is surely not the reason I was born
Who remembers them, the silk-clad paratroops?
We sing "They shall not grow old"? That's a joke!
As we grow weary and our hair turns white
All held in thrall to pacifism's yoke
Contributors: | Roland, The Agent Apsley, TG, Grayman, P, KT, E Greejius. |
Poem finished: | 15th February 2000. |