Tommy Atkins (Remove filter)
Betrayed
With dinner simmering nicely on the hob,
in comfort and with gratitude, I watched
the ritual enacted on our screen;
a sombre scene, demanding dignity,
respectful silence, mindfulness of grief.
The whistle blown, straight o’er the top they went,
did Tommy Atkins and his brave young pals,
the destiny of most - Eternity.
Two minutes’ quiet, the very least required;
no...
Thursday 7th December 2023 11:14 am
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