Colin F. Jones
I WAS NOT CALLED TO FIGHT
I was not called to fight, it was my choice,
To serve in the army for a six-year term:
I had decided to obey the guiding voice,
For I had much that I wished to learn.
My father served in war on Dunkirk Beach,
That I might so serve I fully understood,
For soldiers no place on earth is out of reach,
I knew it was duty to expect to shed blood.
I went to Malaysia for a two year spell,
To the Thailand border and Malacca straights,
To the Cameron Highlands Singapore as well
Then Vietnam and through wars hellish gates.
They called us child killers and they called us more,
They who did not go to fight that war.
©Copyright September 11, 2011 by Colin F. Jones