William H.A. Willbond MSM, CD


The loudness of our RSM was truly harsh affection
He’d point his drill cane, and he’d scream, it seemed in my direction?
Eight hundred men would smartly turn; a movement of perfection
He stood out there with pomp and flair; a ramrod stiff erection!

Moving to his will whilst doing drill
Each squad, platoon and section
He stood out there upon the square
His voice betrayed “Affection”

Though very loud, he was quite proud
As he called the Rifles to attention
With battles fought, those drills he taught
Helped us all get through to pension!