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Old soldiers never Dies
A neighbour of mine used to be a sergeant in the army,
in his living room, he had a picture of himself, in full uniform
that had many medal and ribbons on.
He served in many countries, Singapore and Germany, I think
he was the head of the motor pool; then the army let him
go it has no place for old men, and his pension was a disgrace.
Once he repaired my car, barking orders of what screwdriver he
wanted, shook his over my incompetence.
It was a day in October when the weather was hanging about like
a soldier who has not got his order; he went to bed for his afternoon
nap, when his wife brought him tea and biscuits at five, he had gone
to a military parade in the sky.
A neighbour of mine used to be a sergeant in the army,
in his living room, he had a picture of himself, in full uniform
that had many medal and ribbons on.
He served in many countries, Singapore and Germany, I think
he was the head of the motor pool; then the army let him
go it has no place for old men, and his pension was a disgrace.
Once he repaired my car, barking orders of what screwdriver he
wanted, shook his over my incompetence.
It was a day in October when the weather was hanging about like
a soldier who has not got his order; he went to bed for his afternoon
nap, when his wife brought him tea and biscuits at five, he had gone
to a military parade in the sky.
Published 21st Jul 2017
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21st Jul 2017 2:12pm
Being a " Military Brat " ( though as painful as military Life is for a child, I can't fathom how we were labeled brats ), I can fully relate to the barking of orders. Though my Father was always kind over my seeming incompetence.
Nice observation, Oskar.
Nice observation, Oskar.
