For My Grandfather and the Comrades he lost
"They shall not grow old,
As we that are left grow old,
Age shall not weary them,
Nor the years condemn.
At the going down of the sun,
And in the morning
We will remember them."
My grandfather fought in Palestine he never told us about the horrible side of war only the funny stories like the time he went back to his tent to find a drunken donkey in it or when he was on guard at a local house of “ill repute“ that one young lady was so taken with him that she came up to him “For you Tommy - free“.
We all knew that he was on crutches because of an injury received when a tank convoy he was attacked by an enemy plane, what we were never told until after he had died was that my grandfather was the only one who survived.
As we that are left grow old,
Age shall not weary them,
Nor the years condemn.
At the going down of the sun,
And in the morning
We will remember them."
My grandfather fought in Palestine he never told us about the horrible side of war only the funny stories like the time he went back to his tent to find a drunken donkey in it or when he was on guard at a local house of “ill repute“ that one young lady was so taken with him that she came up to him “For you Tommy - free“.
We all knew that he was on crutches because of an injury received when a tank convoy he was attacked by an enemy plane, what we were never told until after he had died was that my grandfather was the only one who survived.