Red Berets Poem by Dan McGonagle

I remember Granny telling me about my Uncle Phil
He was a paratrooper known as 'The screaming skull'
Definitely the kind of man I looked up to with pride
I wanted to be just like him with strength and guts inside

He was one of a very rare breed who wouldn't run or hide
The men who fought with him stood firm by his side
The planes that they jumped from flew so low at night
Designed to be quicker getting troops to a fight

He travelled the world whilst keeping the peace
Germany, North Africa and the Middle east
Before he retired he trained troops back home
Then returning to Scotland...no more would he roam

He showed me his treasures from far and from wide
A pair of fine pistols... ivory tooling inside
But the favourite for me by far and away
Was when he placed on my head...his famous beret