PACK UP YOUR TROUBLES
Pack up your troubles in your old kit bag
That’s how the old WWII song went
No one suspected that WWI would be a repeated.
In those days the idea of shell shock
Was not even contemplated.
They didn’t know what it was
Least of all how to recognise and treat.
If you deserted your post or went awol,
When found you were shot for cowardice.
What a way to treat young men
Who were willing to give their lives
For their country not realising
The hell they were marching into,
Listening to Vera singing ‘we’ll meet again’
There is talk by some of bringing back
National Service in the UK.
Which I just missed by age and education.
If I could be sure that the Service
Would be as remote as it’s becoming
I’d be all for it, but I fear not
Just an excuse to teach the young how to kill.
Concerns are in my old kit bag for now
We’ve been packing up our troubles
Our fears, worries and hopes for the future,
And we now live in Box City
Waiting for the paperwork to be sorted
Waiting for the lawyers
To make sense of insensible laws.
Sharing the same moving to Spain
Or in our case moving out of Spain
With others in the same boat,
Whichever way it is a tricky business.
And patience has come yet again
To us and our friends yearning for UK
Much as we love Spain, home’s call is stronger.
© David Tenneson 2015.