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Poetry from within

Military Medics

When the call comes in I go out, no matter what the danger I will answer the shout

No matter the weather, the terrain or enemy fire, to save my comrade in arms I will always go out

I may be ordered to go to war, to answer the call off the fallen I will not ignore

Not for Queen or country nor politician lies, these cowardly people wont go off and die

For the troops on the ground and their families back home, I will proudly do my duty and forever roam

With a medical pack upon my back, the devotion to our troops, I will not lack

The unknown dangers that I have to face, I will do my best to get troops back to base

No matter the wound, large or small, send out the SOS and I will answer the call

Trained to save life and I hope I do, but in order to do that I may take life too

Battlefield or ward I will walk my beat, hoping to give relief to all I meet

To patch up a wound or relieve the pain, through my duties I may be slain

But I will do my job right to the end, to hospitals of safety our troops I will send

Enemy land or rough going seas, in the think of action you will find me

We do our best and try to cope, for our fallen comrades were their last hope

Our sense of humour may be strange, but its what weve got to deal with the strain

Please forgive us if we become a strain, but who do we turn to when we feel others pain

Air, sea and land we can be found, a willing medic will be on the ground

Gordon Bruce