Home For Tea

By Marion Fellows

Tommy won’t be home for tea,

He’s far away across the sea.

His old pal Barney’s by his side,

They’re stood in a trench, not very wide. They played at soldiers as young boys, The guns held then, they were but toys. But now the feeling of cold steel

Tells Tommy that these guns are real. Staring eyes look straight ahead,

And Tommy knows that Barney’s dead. Up to their necks in blood and gore,

The victims of a bloody war.

He wonders if the powers that be

Will ever know the misery

That their blinkered missives cause As they send boys to fight their wars. A sniper’s bullet finds its mark,

A death cry echoes in the dark.

A soldier falls down on one knee. Tommy won’t be home for tea…

After vandals swiped her Queen’s RIP topper from a post box in Bristol, Judy Mcintosh has braved the streets of

Sea Mills again with her Remembrance tribute.

She says, “It was particularly annoying to lose the Royal one. I was going to use the red, white and blue base for the Coronation next year. Now I’ll have to start over again!

“I’m hoping my ‘Tommy’ doesn’t go AWOL this time!”

She adds, “Whenever I see footage of the wars, I am amazed that any of them came home.

“Luckily for me, my dad survived – or I wouldn’t be here to knit my toppers!”

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