Delta, Echo, Lima,Tango, Alpha
Posted: Mon May 30, 2011 10:22 am
DELTA BEAR
Beside her bed the ticking clock marked time as all clocks do
the early morning chill was creeping in.
The photograph in sepia tones was framed in burnished silver
and the world fell out of step when she lost him.
The patchwork pillow dampened by the salt tears she had shed
as she had read the words she received yesterday.
There is no wrong in writing though the words be harsh and true;
‘We regret to tell you John has passed away.
‘He fought the enemy bravely, but was caught in enemy fire
and stray shell splinters sadly caused Johns demise.
His men were unsuccessful in trying to save his life.
His death was instant; there was no pain in his eyes.
Their bushmaster armed vehicle took the main brunt of the blast
though other men were also injured on that day,
my thoughts are with your family and I regret the loss
of your husband John far more than words can say.
The things we see out here are cruel and harsh as all wars are
but we all believe that we must win this war.
There are no more glass ceilings for the folks in Uruzgan
for these folks now are the poorest of the poor.
The men of John’s battalion have asked me to share with you
their feelings, they too grieve at Johnny’s fate.
They shared in John’s excitement when he told them all the news.
We’ve had a whip around – and send this for a Mate.
So could you please for us, buy just the biggest Teddy Bear
that you can find – we don’t have shops out here.
And when the child is old enough to understand the story
let him know the teddy holds a memory dear.
A memory of a father who was young and strong and proud
and so excited when he first became a Dad.
But God needed him in heaven and so God just took him back
but sent the teddy to look after his young lad.
Would you tell the child that John is watching over him from Heaven
and he sees and knows of everything he does.
Could you let him know just how much his Father really loved him
and let the teddy bear be a present from us?
Please call the teddy Delta Bear so we retain a link
with a bloke who was a hero and a friend.’
She does, and now the child is three, at night she tells him stories
of his Dad ; who though not there still his love sends.
Maureen Clifford © 05/11
Beside her bed the ticking clock marked time as all clocks do
the early morning chill was creeping in.
The photograph in sepia tones was framed in burnished silver
and the world fell out of step when she lost him.
The patchwork pillow dampened by the salt tears she had shed
as she had read the words she received yesterday.
There is no wrong in writing though the words be harsh and true;
‘We regret to tell you John has passed away.
‘He fought the enemy bravely, but was caught in enemy fire
and stray shell splinters sadly caused Johns demise.
His men were unsuccessful in trying to save his life.
His death was instant; there was no pain in his eyes.
Their bushmaster armed vehicle took the main brunt of the blast
though other men were also injured on that day,
my thoughts are with your family and I regret the loss
of your husband John far more than words can say.
The things we see out here are cruel and harsh as all wars are
but we all believe that we must win this war.
There are no more glass ceilings for the folks in Uruzgan
for these folks now are the poorest of the poor.
The men of John’s battalion have asked me to share with you
their feelings, they too grieve at Johnny’s fate.
They shared in John’s excitement when he told them all the news.
We’ve had a whip around – and send this for a Mate.
So could you please for us, buy just the biggest Teddy Bear
that you can find – we don’t have shops out here.
And when the child is old enough to understand the story
let him know the teddy holds a memory dear.
A memory of a father who was young and strong and proud
and so excited when he first became a Dad.
But God needed him in heaven and so God just took him back
but sent the teddy to look after his young lad.
Would you tell the child that John is watching over him from Heaven
and he sees and knows of everything he does.
Could you let him know just how much his Father really loved him
and let the teddy bear be a present from us?
Please call the teddy Delta Bear so we retain a link
with a bloke who was a hero and a friend.’
She does, and now the child is three, at night she tells him stories
of his Dad ; who though not there still his love sends.
Maureen Clifford © 05/11