Tracer lit the night while the screams of the dying were drowned out by the exploding shells. No longer cold or wet no thoughts of hunger. Just a surge, a rush the body’d come alive.
James Love
I love this guy. Ex-Para. Ex Legionnaire. A lot of his poetry is about the Falklands War.
Hi Gavin,
Thanks for sharing that. Very good! Is there a book or an anthology of James' poetry that you would recommend?
All the best,
Iain
I haven't seen anything in hardcopy but I am trying to contact him direct to see if there is anything published.
This is my favourite one of his. It's called 'What I miss the most':
I miss the lads.
I miss those crisp clear nights,
when the frost glistens in the moonlight.
I miss those lonely exposed hills,
lashed by the rain.
I miss the young and innocent faces,
some of whom we’ll never see again.
I miss the laughter and the crack.
I miss their morbid humour,
the childish pranks and unspoken laws.
I miss the sense of belonging,
that unique bond.
I miss youth at it’s best,
though I’ll grow old, unlike the rest.
What I miss most ?
I miss the lads.
Thanks for that Gavin. If you succeed in contacting him and there is something in hardcopy, please let me know. It's brilliant stuff and I'd like a copy for the shelves.
All the best,
Iain
I will do that Iain.