But He Didn't Say That Much About It Poem by Paul Warren

A conversation I had recently with a lady I just met. With Remembrance Day coming up - Lest we Forget….

But he didn't say much about it

Over a cup of tea
She told me of her Dad
Who was a Rat of Tobruk
You know he didn't tell me until I was 14
But he didn't say much about it

He was only 21
When the War begun
He enlisted with his mates
Because he couldn't wait
But he didn't say much about it

There were things he wouldn't eat
Rabbit and rice uncooked sometimes
There was not much water
Fighting the Germans and Italians in the desert
But he didn't say much about it

When he came back home
He married my mum his sweetheart
But some nights he couldn't sleep
Shouting out in nightmares so complete
But he didn't say much about it.

© Paul Warren Poetry