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Once all the trainings done. It takes a while to get use the new rules when it's for real.

Well, they were.
Organised chaos.

I wrote this after reading the news-paper on 10 November 2001. The day before the Rememberance Sunday Parades.
Para Arty
2 Para Group
1982
A present day survivor

Death to those who don't expect it, or have a fear, can be a messy time in their life.
For those of us who know different, its just life's way of telling you it's over, as the bowels empty for the last time, and you shit yourself.

Crossing Corination Point an enemy machine gunner seemed to have a personal vendetta against me .
Fortunately he missed.

I was that soldier.Coronation Point Falkland Islands 1982.
Machine gunner's from hidden trenches opened up on us.
It happened like it say's in the poem.

The Johnny come lately's had arrived.They were slow to get off the luxury liner QE2.
But now that they were there,it was like they were conquering hero's.
Just a bit of resenment from me.!!!!

Troops stretch out in single files that twist and slither across the land. From an enemy's point of view they could perhaps resemble a snake.