Colin F. Jones


If one must die be it me or you,
Then unlike the brave and fearless few,
‘Tis you I’d rather see their dead,
With a decorative bullet hole in your head,
Than me all wasted on the ground,
While you were still all safe and sound.
Many people yes would live in pain,
If I did not survive to go home again,
My wife, my children, scarred by loss,
A lifelong torment etched in a cross.
No brother, I love you, but my friend,
I love me more I’ll not pretend,
And those to whom my duty lies,
Borne in sweet kisses and babies’ cries.