Silence and strength

He took them out in November,
To wear just once a year,
When a nation did remember,
How a country lived in fear.

He never spoke a word to me,
Of where he went, or fought,
Or even of the victory,
That his sacrifice had bought.

He bore his silence in respect,
Of those who fought and died,
His pride was in his comrades,
But quietly he cried.

I wish he could have told me,
So that I could have shared his pain,
But the sights he hid from me so boldly,
Must never be repeated again.

Rest peaceful now my hero,
Your comrades march along,
Together now in paradise,
You sing your ‘soldier’s song’

Mick, – dedicated to ‘My Dad’, – “My hero!”. Passed away in 1984, but strongly living on in my soul!

( Love you Dad xx). ‘Night god bless’.

( Copyright Michael Westwood 2014 )