Ageing battle years...

Ageing battle years….

Biting my lip till it bleeds
staring at dusty boots,
I wipe away snot and tears
wondering where times went
six months I’ve stood
this task, Smithy says
“we’re ageing battle years”

Escaped another scrap feeling
old despite my youth.
so close, this one, aye my lip
hurts must be my chipped tooth.
“Battling years old teeth.” ha.

Wonder what the children are
doing, missing them like hell,
last time I saw their smiling eyes
boy did they look good.

Did anyone see my fear
or was it just imagined,
not so sure I’ll make it now,
“bodies aged battle years.”

Oh no, here they come
jesus h my stomachs sore,
fuck! that was close deep breaths
you know the score.
Steady now he’s in your sight,
wonder if they’re young, breath,
gentle squeeze, he’s down,
down with what’s already flung.
Move now don’t stay static long,
lazy soldiering gets their job
done easy, what is that bloody song.
Can’t remember mind’s tired,
“It’s ageing battle years.”