William H.A. Willbond MSM, CD

THE RE-SUPPLY DONKEYS OF LEFKARA

During our tour in sixty five
We had one outpost that touched the sky
‘Twas a place where choppers could not fly
So we used olden ways for the re-supply

We had to carry up food and water
For a new outpost, to stop the slaughter
We carried up sand, packed tight in bags
On the backs of three old broken down nags

These Donkeys were purchased by the U.N.
To help re-supply our new outpost men
They carried up ammo upon their backs
And boxes and tins filled with ration packs

Hay boxes of coffee and jerry cans too
And a canvass for shelter and a seat for the loo
Lanterns and shovels and two .50 cals
All were delivered to our up mountain pals

In the evening outside of D Coy Beer Tent
Stood an elderly donkey his head was low bent
Out of my helmet he slurped up his beer
Then he’d pass gas – ‘twas a long loud Bronx cheer

In the morning, some ammo was placed on his back
He kicked up his heels and shook off his pack
He refused to haul rations and ammo up hill
With a hangover so bad that his temper was ill

The lads called him Mucker, and it was a good name
For that drunken old donkey of D Company fame
I remember clear now, all his hee-haws and bawling
Whilst the other two donkeys did all the hauling

Mucker stayed by the kitchen – eating lettuce and greens
He stunk like a donkey – drinking beer – eating beans
And for years I have wondered, when I sniff a bad smell
Do re-supply donkeys go to heaven or hell?

Author’s Note: God Bless the Peacekeepers

When I returned to Canada and many years later, I worked for the Devil Programme “the early computer was an entire building at Tunney’s Pasture in Ottawa (The Development of Integrated Logistics Programme) – and one day an old Ordnance Corps Captain dropped a large thick book on my desk saying Sergeant Willbond, this book contains each and every “means of transport” and every nut and bolt for each piece of transportation in the Canadian Armed Forces – every jeep, motorcycle, deuce and a half ton truck etc. etc. – and every geographical location as to where to get their fuel, their transmissions, motors etc. etc. – I peered at him over my glasses and stated with a smile, where do they Store the fodder for the re-supply donkeys of Lefkara? Which, I notice aren’t listed on the computer print out. I can still hear the old Colonel Programme Manager roaring with laughter.