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Merry Crimbo Heros

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Christmas is a time for families so we’re told
But not for those alone or old
We oft forget that not all families
Are kind and good some are uncaring bad and cold
They do not care for those who are old

Then there are those who are alone
Because they are too afraid to go home
No love is there just abuse and hate
The things that lots of us do not equate
They have no choice but to stay away on Gods birthday

Or those who gave their limbs or sanity in serving Queen and country
Alone in their alone in their sad and lonely world
Not able to reach out or to be heard
But bravely they just soldier on in a country that has done them a great wrong
But they are not as alone as they may think

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Or those who can not survive because of this governments pride
Who give to others while their country dies
Rich men who rule Great Britain remain ignorant of the UK’s shame
They do not care or even know the plight of
People in London Birmingham Leeds and other cities

On streets they freeze because alone
They have no place to call their home
But unlike Scrooge they have angles near
Who really care all through the year
When the MOD deserts those who gave

Or this Government discards those who do not fit
Into their view of perfect beings who are rich
Then two groups of people dedicated to humanity and souls
The Salvation Army and B.L.E.S.M.A. take up arms
They care they help and blend in because they are always there

To these people we should give any monies we can spare
They go out and do not care if it is snowing just that
People realise that someone cares in a country that’s lost its way
Hero’s who will fight and pray
That people in need will find a better day

God Bless them both is what I say
Hand on heart though far away
I am proud to know both of these groups
As an airman I have seen the love BLESMA for service peeps
As a civilian to The Salvation Army I think is grand

A selfless band of angels they I always give when in the UK
They are the nearest thing to true selfless acts that I know
So to these two groups my Christmas blessing it does go
God bless you both and protect you from all harm
You are needed by humanity may you never come to harm

God Bless the Salvation Army and BLESMA on Christmas day

(c) C A Biswell

American Poppy

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I am not a British soldier
American am I
I fought for right and justice
I did not want to die

Wars are not for winning
Men can only lose
Fighting wars solves nothing
Just gives us the blues

We fought and won the battle
But here I now must lie
Side by side with comrades
Beneath a foreign sky

Weep not for me my loved ones
Be proud of what I’ve done
Just make to me this promise
Then my battles won

Scatter seeds of poppies in fields of golden corn
Then I shall be remembered whenever they may bloom
I would not shirk my duty I must make that plain
For my people and my homeland I would die again

© Michael Douglas Bosc

Lest We Forget

There on the Flanders fields we lay
We gave our bodies but our souls still stay
The war was bloody in trenches lay
Other fallen heroes

We fought for freedom we fought for peace
Our country needed us we answered the call
But death was all most of us found
We now lie here beneath the ground

Then politicians never learn or heed
The lessons of the past they ignore
Again the ugly head of war rose up
More souls in fields lay down to rest

Silent cemeteries now abound
Across the lands where once we fought
Cared for by those who remember us who lie
Under green of grass and blue of sky

Whilst over our heads is swathes of red
Sway poppies who remember us the dead
So plant some poppies in a corner shade
In honour of the dead and the brave

Remember them upon their day
For they never again will pass this way
For thoses who are left be proud of them
They are our Heroes our honoured ones

Wear your poppy with pride to show
They did not die in vain then turn to
The brave who are still alive and show
We are grateful and we care

REMEMBER THEM!

(c) Michael Douglas Bosc

Naked England

I stand and look my heart dispares
Secure at home we are no more
Barely an army, navy or air force
Now who will defend our naked shores.

Where will these discarded people go
They gave their loyalty they did not know
This government would treat them so
Now who will defend our naked shores.

Who will house them pay their bills
Save them and us from future ills
When trained men are no more
Now who will defend our naked shores.

You have it wrong we hear them cry
Where are the planes that used to fly
The tanks and soldiers highly trained
The ships and sailors a navy that reigned
Now who will defend our naked shores.

Now it seems we are being destroyed
Not by an invader but by our own
They do not care they do not see
They just enforce their policy
Now who will defend our naked shores

I Cried With Pride

Somewhere in my families past the Campbells lurk och aye
But the Edinburgh Tattoo I saw tonight brought a tear to my eye
Laughter at the Belgian army on Bikes so clever that I thought
The massed bands as they marched and played from different countries came
Displays and fun all mixed up I’m glad I saw this one.

The running of the naval guns so dangerous before
Marines in uniforms so smart so proud their faces showed
But when they played ‘For Those In Peril On The Sea’ I sang with tears in eyes
I remembered Jack who in Med sailed aboard HMS Eastern in the war
On the Malta run they played their trade defending as they could.

One day a German submarine decided to attack so their skipper said
We’ll not have that and promptly went into attack
They rammed that boat which from their bows now hung
Off they went to harbour they could only go astern
Oh what a sight they must have made so gallant every one.

Then later whilst on patrol a torpedo found its mark
Jack was on the radar and saw it coming did not move he stayed his station
When that torpedo hit it badly injured him that’s true his injuries were bad
But he just fought and battled on till he was well once more
Memories like these I have and many more.

But he would help the British Legion collecting for that poppy day
A Wootton Bassett boy he marched on parade with pride
It was his love of the sea that really made its mark
His wish to take part in Remembrance Day in Whitehall came to pass
I watched as he was wheeled along so proud to be there at last.

We lost a few years ago it really was so sad but that one hymn reminded me
Of a sailor man called Jack proud that I could call that man my Father-in-Law
Of every man who signs up and goes off to a war I say…
Thank you Thank you everyone you made me proud today.

Thank you Jack for memories and god bless you brave old sea-dog
Gone but not forgotten like the Edinburfh Tattoo.

(c)  Michael Douglas Bosc