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Sir Gallahad

Discussion in 'Poetry' started by urqh, Feb 15, 2012.

  1. urqh

    urqh Tea drinking surrender monkey

    Dec 23, 2002
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    Not mine....does it have to be?

    Poem by a Survivor of the RFA Sir Galahad

    Today is bright
    Today I fight
    Two birds swoop down in parity
    And turn my nightmares into reality
    The struggle inside
    Is a struggle to hide
    I feel like running
    When I see them burning
    Do I run or do I fight
    Is this day really that bright?

    Out of the smoke comes my mucker
    I warned him the stupid ****er
    Indisition disappears
    Along with all my fears
    Seeing him in pain
    Hurts deep in my brain
    So I do my best
    To ease his rest

    Then comes another
    I was friends with his brother
    Dazed and confused with a bloody head
    I help him to safety, but think this poor blokes dead

    A scream I did hear
    From an officer with apparently no fear
    But he was there, and I am here
    Go inside and help them out
    Were the words I heard him shout

    As I near the entrance my feelings are mixed
    On the smoke my eyes are transfixed
    I try to prepare my mind trying to avoid a fright
    When out comes this bloke with his back alight
    Stand still stand still we shout
    as we try to put the flames out

    So many coming out
    And I have to go in
    But an order I'd been given
    Surely this is some kind of sin ?

    So in I go
    What I'll find I do not know
    The thick black smoke bellows out
    When suddenly I hear a shout

    I turn and see a sergeant kneeling on the floor
    Guardsman come here and help me with this door
    I was acting on impulse and went to his aid
    Even though inside I was still afraid

    The thought of drowning was still in my head
    As I helped to pull this young man from the dead
    Then to the stairs I had to go
    The ones I had walked up not so long ago

    Thick black smoke and a smell of pork
    Oh my god!!!! Thats some poor bloke
    Screams I can hear
    Then again comes the fear

    Do I run or do I fight?
    This one is going to take all my might
    I could not see
    six inches in front me

    I knew if I went down
    Then with the ship I would drown
    When to my right
    Came the saviour of my plight

    A scream for help was something I could not ignore
    So I helped him to get to what was left of the door
    Thats it thats it theres no more
    Were the next words from the fearless major
    But the screams of those soon to be dead
    Were and will always be ringing in my head

    I knelt down on the landing craft floor
    I held my muckers hand the one I'd left before
    Frothing at the mouth like a rabid dog
    Dont let him die please god?

    Faster faster I heard myself shout
    We have to help my mucker out
    As I look around at my comrades
    I notice the thousands of tracers above our heads
    Like a mass of marigolds planted snugly in their beds

    As we near land
    I had to let go of my muckers hand
    In order for me to prepare
    To take him to the medics somewhere over there

    Carefully we laid him down onto the ground
    I have to go but dont die on me when I'm not around
    Myself and another ran back to the landing craft
    What was I thinking I must be bloody daft

    I knew that some onboard was not yet dead
    At that time that was the only thought in my head
    So back onboard we both got
    But we were not prepared for the next twist in the plot

    A second chance I'd been given the guilt began to lift
    But the shouts of take cover start another rift
    A skyhawk appears
    And towards us it steers

    The pilots eyes were clear to me
    And for one moment thought jump into the sea
    But then I opened fire along with the guy's next to me
    With all this adrenaline running through my veins I felt like I was about to burst
    But instead I let rip with my weapon and began to shout and curse

    The CMS who only moment ago was taking pictures of the burning ship
    Was curled up in a ball in the corner of the craft and all I could think was you drip

    I took orders from people like him because they were older
    But soon found out that it takes more than combat gear and rank to make a soldier

    As we neared the Sir Galahad
    There was only one thought that I had
    Would I go down those stairs this time
    And try to save some friends of mine
    In life a second chance rarely comes along
    But by the time we'd boarded I believed this was one

    The door we both did try
    The screams made me want to cry
    But the handle on the door and even the deck of the ship was by know far too hot
    Get back onboard shouted the CMS we will give the other side of the ship a shot

    We got back on the landing craft
    And sailed around the ships aft
    As we slowly went through the thick black smoke
    I began to feel physically sick and began to choke

    I had to kneel on the floor
    I suppose something like the CMS before
    The smell still haunts me to this very day
    Oh god why did we have to sail that way?

    As we near the ship from the other side
    The adrenaline I feel rise inside
    Ten foot was as close as we got when the CMS ordered us back to shore
    Why he did this I'll never know maybe he'd taken enough photos and didn't need anymore

    Our protests he ignored and dismissed
    Thats it! my second chance I'd missed
    The guilt I felt inside
    After sixteen years has began to subside

    Oh and for all you people out there who asked me to tell them my tale
    In trade for what must have been gallons and gallons of ale

    I told you exactly what you wanted to hear
    So long as you kept buying me the beer
  2. Martin Bull

    Martin Bull Acting Wg. Cdr

    Jun 20, 2002
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    London, England.
    It's amazing to think how long ago that was.....I can so clearly remember watching it with horror on TV......:(
  3. urqh

    urqh Tea drinking surrender monkey

    Dec 23, 2002
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    Mine aint nearly as succinct.....

    Dont dictate to us until you are marching up Whitehall
    and even then we wont bloody listen.
    Imperialists we are, Words from the penn.
    Ignore the invasion of 82 it never happened.

    Dont cry for me Argentina sing it if you will
    you've earned the right, spilled your blood,fought the fight.
    Abide with me lord as the poppies land at Bluff cove.

    Sing Rule Brittania...with gutso, with all your might
    you've earned the right.
    You are though just imperialists. The invasion of 82?
    Penn and others say that of you.

    No mind that The enemy was a facist regime,
    no mind that the enemy landed unseen.
    No invite was given
    You won't be forgiven....by those that cannot
    or will not see.

    Catholic state threw nuns out of planes.
    Took own citizens from lanes.
    We are not playing games.

    These were the folk that were met in battle.
    Argies now can thow out their rattle.
    Self determination for some but not for the
    sons of imperialsim...Penn says so.

    Dont take us for fools, dont test our mettle.
    We may act daft and put on the kettle.
    But never forget who we are, dont test our fettle.
    We won't stand still, stand idly by..its not our way.
    Sons of imperialism will not listen...

    So penn...all you who have forgotten, we have not..
    So don't dictate to us until your marching up Whitehall...
    And even then we won't bloody listen...

    They swear they'll invade us, these terrible foes,
    They frighten our women, our children, and beaus;
    But should their flat bottoms in darkness get o'er,
    Still Britons they'll find to receive them on shore.

    Come, cheer up, my lads, 'tis to glory we steer,
    To add something more to this wonderful year;
    To honour we call you, not press you like slaves
    For who are so free as the sons of the waves?
    (Chorus...) Heart of oak are our ships, jolly tars are our men,
    we always are ready; Steady, boys, steady!

    Until your marching up Whitehall...and even then we won't bloody listen...
    rkline56, CAC and Poppy like this.
  4. Victor Gomez

    Victor Gomez Ace

    Mar 19, 2010
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    urgh doth jousteth the windmill well from that woolen seat of that airborne sheep that gallahad hath mounted for his journey acrosst the great horizon as he guardeth close the sheephards pen up north.
  5. Poppy

    Poppy grasshopper

    Apr 9, 2008
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    Good work Urqh! That took a lot of time and effort. Well said man.
  6. CAC

    CAC Ace of Spades

    Dec 1, 2010
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    A great poem Urqh...says many things...brings the pride of the English to the fore...something lacking today. Plenty of English youth should read both poems...put some air in their chests.
    Yours is a different message and shouldnt be compared to the first. I like it...alot.
  7. rkline56

    rkline56 USS Oklahoma City CG5

    May 8, 2011
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    CA Norte Mexico, USA
    Jolly good. Good comments from Poppy and CAC and I agree.

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