Soldier X | Part 8, Belfast
Belfast I was sitting there watching Smithy smoke a joint as he lay on his pit. I got
Belfast I was sitting there watching Smithy smoke a joint as he lay on his pit. I got
Germany 1945 He is in an armchair and takes off his reading glasses, tics, lays his book in his
Normandy This is where I began; after my father died. It’s a beautiful part of France and the beaches that
Meat Wagons & Memorials Because we were involved in covert soldiering in Northern Ireland we were transported from
Cadiz Auntie Elsie married Uncle Charlie; they had a son Arthur and a daughter Monica. Arthur was about my
Munich There were dances almost every night in village halls, church halls, the Palais. Another pal was a
London I went into a public-house to get a pint o’ beer, The publican ‘e up
Home I am Soldier X. I am the backbone, the spine upon which the flabby meat