Post by Administrator on Oct 18, 2016 22:08:54 GMT
"RUSSIAN CONVOYS'
Have you ever thought what it must be like
To face an Arctic winter storm?,
From the deck of an ice-bound ship
In the early light of dawn?.
With the steel of the hull so cold to touch
It would flay the skin from your hand,
And nothing above , but a late gray sky,
And far from a friendly land.
With red rimmed eyes, and a face that is gaunt,
The result of a forced lack of sleep,
And nerves that are stretched beyond breaking point,
As watch after watch you keep.
Think how it feels to face danger and fear,
In clothes that are wet through and cold,
For hours and days, or long weeks on end,
No wonder young men grew old.
Do you know what it takes to face a foe,
That you may never see or hear,
Until the klaxon's shrill and strident blare
Gives warning that they are near?.
Can you guess how it is to see a friend
Die a hard and lingering death,
To be at his side and not show your tears
As he draws his final breath?.
Think how it feels to be one who has seen
That dead friend weighted with lead,
Consigned to a dark and friendless sea
When the last Amen is said.
If you can imagine all of these things,
Then I ask you to spare a thought
For those gallant men, who were heroes all,
In the special war that they fought.
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