No mail today
In Action
This constant motion, never ending
No mail today, but we are sending
No time today, for my head to lay
Surprised to find, It is Sunday
Conventional time, a day or a week
Blend together, this is not for the meek
This constant noise, this kerosene smell
This war canoe, straight out of hell
No time to sleep, no time to rest
We stay alert, we do our best
Weapons firing, that cordite smell
We must succeed, and do so well
Battered and bruised, wounded and tired
Now out of the action, but not retired
We had success, and some gain
But for the rest of my life, I live with this pain
Steve....Aka..."The Old Sea Dog"....1998....©