Colin F. Jones


Tis in defeat that dignity is preserved;
Where victory leaves us silent with regret.
But in neither case is sorrow so deserved
For soldiers are just numbers on a net.
One for one we fight undignified,
Trying to survive in wars by fools declared,
And those who live recall the ones who died,
With whom those fearful days they briefly shared.
What is our cause as soldiers but to fight,
That those beside us live another day,
For none who start the wars are here in sight,
They all lie snug in bed so far away.
And oh how we all gather in the sun,
Remnants of the sacrificial gun.