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!
©Copyright February 18, 2002 by Colin F. Jones