Portrait of My Grandfather
|His eyes demand our attention,|
his hair neatly trimmed (as per regulations),
the smile under the moustache
suggests a humorous man.
He wears a sergeant's stripes,
served with the Royal Engineers.
In the mud and blood of the Somme
he was brave enough to take charge
of laying trenches under fire.
But the Distinguished Conduct Medal
was little consolation.
He lies buried in a soldier's grave,
never came home to his wife and son.