But he didn’t say much about it

A conversation I had recently with a lady I just met. With Remembrance Day coming up - Lest we Forget…. Over a cup of tea She told me of her Dad Who was a Rat of Trobuk You know he didn’t tell me until I was 14 But he didn’t say much about it He was only 21 When the War begun He enlisted with his mates Because he couldn’t wait But he didn’t say much about it There were things he wouldn’t eat Rabbit and rice uncooked sometimes There was not much water Fighting the Germans and Italians in the desert But he didn’t say much about it When he came back home He married my mum his sweetheart But some nights he couldn’t sleep Shouting out in nightmares so complete But he didn’t say much about it. © Paul Warren Poetry