I was at a reunion to catch up with mates from long ago
With a bride who was convinced that I was her hero
Such joy as I recognised familiar faces well known for many sins
I introduced my wife for whom I had fought hard to win
Quick as a flash they were yarning to her with big grins
Smelling blood, they were like sharks waiting to strike
Circling and waiting; you know what they’re like
“We use to spent hours dressing him for a big day” Don said
“Gawd, soon after on parade, you’d swear he’d just got out of bed Overseas it was even worse and he couldn’t do anything right
He stumbled up and down the hills as if blind with sandy blight
So I said to Moff; our mate aint gunna see the tour through
He’s so bloody clumsy and hopeless; what can we do?”
Moff joined in and laughed while waving yet another empty glass
“I told Don, Officer School; he’s so useless he would have to pass”
Like old times, there was much humour throughout the night
We lied, mocked; insulted each other and each claimed he was right
When it was over, no matter if my armour be dull or bright
My bride became aware that such comrades are like no others
Yet despite their many terrible flaws, would always be my brothers
George Mansford © October 201
