Be A Rifleman
A flash, then a bang was the last thing I saw
My Corporal shouted “GRENADE, THROUGH THAT DOOR!”
My legs were heavy, I couldn’t catch my breath.
When I opened the door I might meet my death.
But I remembered my training,
What I’d learned every day.
And suddenly all of my fears blew away,
So I primed the grenade and put on a fresh ‘mag’,
Praying the soldier behind would not lag.
And I thought to myself, be the best man I can.
And the best I can be is a Rifleman.
Poem from a wall in Basra Camp, Op Telic 8