Pride

Pride struck the pose; the bugle hailed And bid them stand a little taller - ‘Chest out! ' They'd fought their battles years ago ‘You know, When I were a lad, we ‘ad it bad! ' And e'er the stories came - raging battles, Rations, lice and all! Survival MEANT Survival in the field - oh yes, the message Travelled home! But I could listen - smitten By the tales in old and craggy faces, Pushing up the pride in bushy brows - Forever; standing up together with a rank of Men that did us proud… But now the pectoralis major screamed The order ‘Shen! ' and other spiky words. And though attrition in the numbers brought The annual tears, comfort always came in One evergreen line: We Shall Remember Them Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2010 Pride: : pride: : pride: : pride: : pride: : pride: : pride Pride: : pride: : pride: : pride: : pride: : pride: : pride Pride: : pride: : pride: : pride: : pride: : pride: : pride Pride: : pride: : pride: : pride: : pride: : pride: : pride Pride: : pride: : pride: : pride: : pride: : pride: : pride Pride: : pride: : pride: : pride: : pride: : pride: : pride