A friend twenty years my senior. I have the precious luck to know him well and travel with him to Europe to visit Ekeren, a Belgian city, liberated by our regiment, The Essex Scottish, October 09 1944. Roy was there then and again in 2019.
Sergeant Roy Hare
He shuffled a bit
A big man wide at the shoulders
Sparse hair silver in disarray
Wearing “Blues and Greys”
Over a white shirt and
Regimental tie
On his blazer rank upon rank
Of medals from multiple
Countries culminating with
France’s Legion D’Honour
He liked to chuckle at a joke
And drink a quiet beer
Reticent about himself
I called him friend but
Was in constant awe of
A warrior who put to shame
Those who boast of
Battles won
He was silent of events
That warranted the brace of
Decorations he wore
With a quiet pride.
He died today
His time and body
Simply ran out
After ninety six years
He passed today from
Living hero to eternal life
A Forever Warrior
From a Magnificent Generation
A beacon to us all who follow
Poetry by josephus
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Written on 2021-03-31 at 00:01
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