A Soldier He Served His Time In Bombay 1939
My Uncle John Hodson
A Soldier He Served His Time In Bombay 1939
My uncle fought in Bombay
1939, when the world was breaking
not behind a desk
not fixing engines
but running through smoke
with gun in hand
He saw the boys turn older
before the first sunrise
heard the orders barked
felt the weight of fear
but never said it loud
He told me about the nights
when everything shook
and the ground screamed back
he carried more than weapons
he carried the names
of those who never made it home
The docks burned once
a fire that swallowed hope
and still he stood
shoulder to shoulder with men
who didn’t always make sense
but fought anyway
He never claimed to be a hero
just a man who lived to tell
how war doesn’t come with flags
just with silence after the gunfire stops
I asked him once
if he was scared
he said
you don’t have time for that
not when you’re fighting to breathe
God bless my Uncle John Hodson
rest in peace always
a very brave man
now deceased
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Marie381Uk
I've been writing poetry since the age of fourteen. With pen in hand, I wander through realms unseen. The pen holds power; ink reveals hidden thoughts. A poet may speak truth or weave a tale. You decide. Let pen and ink capture your mind❤️
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