大象传媒

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As I sit and rest today, I think of years ago.
It only seems like yesterday, the day I had to go.
Arriving at the Station, I handed in my pass.
You're going to serve the Nation, just one amongst the mass.
It wasn't quite at midday or it might have been at noon
Or may be it was midway, just in the afternoon.
It must have been a Sergeant or perhaps an N C O
'Cause he said "I think it's urgent" and told me where to go.
Then he yelled "report to Stores, you'll find it over there".
But after trying many doors, I sat down in despair.
Then once again I heard that voice "Now laddie what's your game"
And with further words that were quite choice "Are you sick or are you lame?
Please get inside and draw your kit". I think that's what he said.
"We've brought you here to do your bit" and strode into the shed..
A battledress, knife, fork and spoon, two pairs of boots size eight.
It sounded like a crazy tune, then someone shouted "WAIT!"
He shoved a paper in my fist, the name on top was mine.
Then said "Now check the list and at the bottom sign".
Laden down with all my gear, I went to find my hut.
Someone whispered "Do not fear, you'll soon be in the rut,
I'll see you in the Dining Hall, I'm sure you'll like the grub".
Two little spuds and one meatball, oh! where's the nearest pub?
But here's a treat, we've got some duff and gyppo too, that's great,
I don't know how they eat the stuff, it's cold for Heaven's sake.
Then off to bed to dream of home, the longest day I know,
I still recall that day with dread, "THE DAY I HAD TO GO"

Cyril W Crain

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