A wonderful Man
A tin hat, scarf and gun,Sweating his arse off in the Burmese sun,
Malaria saved the day,
They took him away,
Hospitalised, piss pots and hay,
The forgotten army,
His mates falling in the jungle,
Who never made it home,
My lucky Dad, ill in bed,
Thin as a lard,
Late back from the war,
My Dad was a Chindit,
A Chindit who told me once,
That fucking Churchill,
“He sent us there with no back up”
He went on to say,
“We would have shot that bastard,
And make no mistake”,
My Dad was told he was a volunteer,
But he wasn’t told that at the time,
The history books tell of a wonderful man,
The Right Honourable Sir Winston Churchill KG OM CH TD DL FRS RA
My Dad would have shot him,
Just to put the records straight.
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Written on 2023-03-03 at 17:22
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