The Survivor

Three soldiers in a shell hole.

He was in the middle.

The guys on either side

Took bullets and they died,

Both shot in the head.

Three mates, now two were dead.

He was in a hell hole;

Mud and blood and piddle,

But he was alive.

He knew that he’d survive.

So, he got up and ran

Then died, a nice old man.

Andrew Diamond

Part of a suite of poems by Andrew Diamond in aid of Remembrance Day 2013. Andrew said he hopes his poems will ‘make people look for a better, peaceful and more caring world’.

The Soldier, The Parade, The Abandoned Solider, To Helmand and Back, The Survivor