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By David Collins

How we were before we joined
was no different from the rest.
for if a man needed a reason it was us;
poor work, bad pay, too old for home, no escape.

But then you should have seen us at the camp;
smart, strong, high on respect;
raring, primed for war;
and that is what we got.

What it was then to return alone,
the regiment following later;
for I was blue on blue, mad as march
“with respect, Sir, no hands no feet”

but as I always say – they’ll not be lining streets;
not for me, not at Wootton Bassett.

David Collins served with the Royal Marines and is a member of VFP UK.

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  • David Marchesi 25/09/2018, 11:49

    thank you for a moving poem – let’s hope decency and kindless will win one day . We shall overcome.

  • David Marchesi 25/09/2018, 11:51


  • Chas 25/09/2018, 17:20


  • Eric Smith 30/09/2018, 23:01

    Very powerful comment that deserves to be shared widely.

  • Tom Murphy 02/10/2018, 07:10

    Always been true. Well stated

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