1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 My Uncle John took part in the that glorious defeat
He waded waist deep in water, rifle above his head
Side by side, to left and right of him
Comrades sank with barely a grunt into the bloodstained sea

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 His young brother Brian had gone several months previously
A gangly eighteen-year-old with lopsided grin
Who had volunteered to fight the hated Nazis
He was in the wrong place when the torpedo struck
And he grinned no more

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 My Uncle John was very scared wading in the water
He prayed to God to get him home to his wife, son, and daughter
Years later he talked with a terrible stammer about his ordeal
But at least, unlike his brother and thousands of others
My Uncle John came home.


not footballpoetry, perhaps not even poetry, but, lest we forget…

Source: https://footballpoets.org/poems/dunkirk/