THE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN YOUR WORLD AND MINE
I tell myself I have a loving family;
A wife, two children and others;
Yet I sit here in this hospital of lost souls week after week,
Waiting for a visit;
Just a friendly face to ask how I am travelling.
I was a Soldier;
I am still a Soldier.
There is only black and white;
There is no grey area;
No in-between;
We bring our own home,
Whether dead or alive.
This promise each Digger makes to the other as family to family.
When this promise is made
you know you will not be abandoned to an unknown fate,
Regardless of odds or circumstances.
Over the years I have always been there for my family;
Nothing stopped me from going to their side;
To be there in their time of need.
I climbed mountains
and forced passage across raging rivers to be by their side.
Now it seems it is only me that understands the credo of the Soldier;
A credo lost in modern society
where a man's word is not worth the paper it is written on.
In the heat of battle all you have to hang your hat on is a man's word;
By his word he lives or dies.
This world is no longer my world.
I no longer understand the rules to the game of life.
When you give it is no longer yours to take back.
What you give
belongs to the other and you are bound by your word to honour this.
You can survive
without your pride but without Honour there can be no life.
I do not understand why I have been abandoned to my fate?
I do not understand why people I trusted implicitly,
And still love to this day,
Have betrayed me.
This I will never understand;
If this is the way of the world then give me the simple life of a Soldier,
Where you are only expected to do or die,
Where there are no excuses to be made for a job badly done,
And a man is Honour bound to stand by his word.