Colin F. Jones

OLD MATES

Tomorrow I go north to meet a friend;
Tis more than thirty years since we met.
I’ll go there as I am, and not pretend
That I am any more than just a vet.
We’ll no doubt talk about our army days
And Vietnam where we, as gunners, fought.
We will recall our mates who lie in graves
And how we thrashed the Malays at their own sport.
There’s something special in meeting this old friend
Something good that stirs the noble heart
We had good times together to the end
When we, by our discharges, moved apart
I think today though it may seem too late
That I’ll be glad to call this gunner mate!