Minesweeper Patrol
Minesweeper Patrol
I often think about my dad,
He died with others when just a lad,
They dodged and weaved to no avail,
What there, so easily followed their trail,
No clues from the sea about, not a ripple,
The crew felt the fear of pending trouble,
All they could do was hope and pray,
That this would not be “their last day”
What a fearful time, dark’s now dawn,
It’s still out there, the Asdic did warn,
Beneath rolling waves, all knew too well,
That ‘Something’ there, could give them hell,
Alas the moment! What a terrible noise,
‘Life is over’, for most of those boys,
Ripped apart, gashed, torn asunder,
Men in the sea while she’s gone under.
Came a lifeboat, they did their best,
Saving three lads … alas, not the rest,
Minesweeper Almond she’s had her day,
Her wreck on the bottom deep does lay.
Poor Almond, she was not the first,
Good brave ship to split and burst,
Struck by a weapon, rife at the time,
The damned horrendous magnetic mine.
Often I think, did he die in vain,
The terror, that fear, the awful pain,
So many young bodies decayed and rotten,
Their ultimate sacrifice, by most forgotten,
Words often said, ” They gave their lives”,
The truth .. well known by mums and wives,
Their men were made to go, perchance to die,
Great Honour to you …. “A Political Lie.”
The spoils of war the privileged took,
Widows and orphans were given a book,
A paltry sum, not much per day,
Politically.” Men, you’re dead”.
Widows “Go’way.”
Those forced widows, proud to this very day,
Hold memories close in their special way,
While the sea out there with its ebb and flow
Changed lives more than you’ll ever know.
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