SILENT DRUMS

 

Marshall GREVE (REB)

42 Royal Marines Commando's.

 

 

 

No drums accompanied us on that lonely wind swept autumn day,

When all around us grenades explode, the endless curtain of a thick mist finally unfolds…

 Reb this and Reb that, and Reb you got to go,

 To that place …here even the devil refused to go…

 Bullets left, and bullets right, we knew it was going to be pretty tight.

 Jack fell left, and James fell right,

 So many lost there life in this senseless fight…

 Roaring thunder came in next, an artillery round exploded to the right of my head.

 A flash, a bang, and a burning pain, I knew it was my time that autumn day.

 Hard I fell and hit the ground wondering why I could hear no more sound.

 My eyes grew heavy and I felt an ease, knowing I would find at last, my inner peace.

 I look back to those autumn days, and realize that part of me died on that faith full autumn day

Not forgotten in time's gone bye, I remember my friends who stayed behind.

 War so senseless and full of pain, how I wish I could forget this autumn day...