Colin F. Jones

AND THE GUNNERS CRIED…

Silent guns; breaches full and shut,
impatient gunners; fear in their gut,
tracer flashes; small arms bang and crack.
All went in, few were coming back.

Don’t shoot; the pollies need to tattle!
Hold your fire don’t join the battle!

And soldiers died
And gunners cried!

And that was bloody that!