Gunshots in the dead of night
Blaze of fire, a sharp tongued crack
Somewhere in counterpoint a rifle replies
With deadly intent
A man falls and dies
Again the night falls still and quiet
A breathless wind under stars so bright
What are the men that commit such deeds
Murdering neighbours with conscience at ease
Let us not look back with shame
But forward to light with hopes aflame
The light of peace and end of suffering
Pray, let their deaths not be in vain
Gornji Vakuf
Bosnia
November 1995
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Danger Close
PoetryA short collection of modern war poetry 1995 - 2014 Highly personal, this short anthology draws on the writer's experiences as a soldier and officer of the British Army in conflict zones in Europe, Africa, Iraq and Afghanistan. Although, the major...
