大象传媒

He was just an ordinary 'Tommy'
Just one of a nameless throng
He was the chap who did the fighting
Yet never made a song.

You never heard him speak
About the things he'd done
He left all that to others
To tell how he beat the Hun.

He never wanted glory
Nor thought that was was grand.
He lost his old man in the last one,
So you see, he understands.

He understood what war meant;
Terror, filth and sudden death.
Yet he never hesitated
But joined up with the rest.

He joined up when war started
Left wife and family behind.
Said he'd got to do his bit
He was first into the line.

He went right through that first campaign
Through France and Belgium too.
And from the beaches of Dunkirk
He was one of the lucky few.

Yes, he came back from hell on earth.
Had his leave, then went away.
Didn't say where he was going
Except he was waiting for the Day

He was waiting for the Day to come,
When he'd come to grips once more,
Come to grips with the blasted Hun
And he'd settle his personal score.

I was with him when he passed away.
And before he went he said,
'Send those at home my love pal,
Tell them not to sorrow,
For the thing I am fighting for
Is a BETTER WORLD TOMORROW.

These poems were kindly provided by Henry Edward Mercer's Daughter of Newbold Verdon, Leicestershire.

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