A POEM BY REG SMITH - No. 3 COMMANDO
Courtesy of Roy Taylor
A Wife Remembers
A word in the House, a stroke of a Pen
the country disbanded a body of Men
with fighting finesse and fitness supreme
the créme de la créme wore the berets of Green.
Their training was tough, it had to be so
how to fight with a knife, how to kill with a blow
Solerno, Bardia, Dieppe, St. Nazaire, when impossible
odds, the Commandos were there.
Their raids so successful that Hitler said
"If captured, no prisoners - I want these men dead!
Too late he discovered his men were not keen
to Battle with those wearing berets of Green.
On D-Day Sword Beach they were to the fore
as they jumped from their boats and made for the Shore
their contempt for the Nazis was plain to be seen
for they wore not steel helmets but the berets of Green.
When it was over, the fighting no more
the first they disbanded the Green beret 'Corp'
who went back to their shire, their town, their Glen
a body of gentle self disciplined men.
Yet forty years on they still meet, it is said
to talk - toast their Queen, and remember their Dead
whos memorial stands at the foot of the Ben
where they trained for the right to be Green beret men.
For our Freedom of movement our freedom speech
to those who came after the gospel I preach
A word in the House, a stroke of the pen cannot
wipe out our debt to those Green beret men.
"They shall not grow old as we are left to grow old, Age shall not weary them nor the years condemn,
At the going down of the sun and in the morning, We will remember them."
good one,but do not just remember them for the ww2.they have done great things all over the continent till now