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A Soldier's Book of Poems: Poem Two.

A Soldiers Life

Why must we fight

Why must we die

Does the world not hear

The children cry

Who are the soldiers

Who give up their time

To prevent other countries

From committing a crime

What makes an invader

Think they have the right

To take over a country

Without a fight

If they want to invade us

They better beware

For they’ll come up against men

Full of courage and dare

Soldiers who struggle

From morning till night

To prepare themselves

For the ultimate fight

For the love of their children

For the pride of their land

They’ll fight with their weapons

They’ll kill with bare hands

It’s hard on their family

Especially their spouse

Who must look after the family

Look after the house

The training relentless

To stay sharp as a knife

What kind of person

Lives a soldiers life.


My next set of four poems were from my younger life. Many of my earlier writings were what I was calling songs. Many were written with a musical cadence in my mind, rather than with an image, as most of my poems currently are.

My early days in the Military were filled with selfish and immature behaviour. Those years were also filled with highs and lows emotionally.

I was set on joining the Armoured Corps. My favourite Commander was Rommel. But, that was not to be. Being young and naive, when I expressed my desire to work with tanks, I was told that there would not be any Armoured positions available for 2 years. I didn't think the Recruiting Officer would lead me astray. So, when I was offered the Artillery as an alternative, I was shown a picture of an M109 SP Howitzer and told, "It's pretty close to a Tank and we can get you on you Basic Training in three months", plus "you can always change to the Armoured after you are in". Which was technically achievable, but harder in practice.

So, off to an awesome start in the military. Oh, it gets better. I have now completed my Basic Training in Cornwallis Nova Scotia and I am off to the Third Regiment, Royal Canadian Horse Artillery, based at Canadian Forces Base Shilo, Manitoba. Back to the young and foolish bit, I and others heading to 3 RCHA, availed ourselves to the alcohol on our flight to Winnipeg. Sergeant (Sgt) Reggie Lamoure, our New Course Sgt (I can remember his name but can't remember to take pills every day) was not very impressed or forgiving. Even though we were in the Civilian Airport and in our Dress Uniforms.

Having now done push-ups after a few drinks, I fell asleep on the bus ride to Shilo. Unfortunately, upon waking up shortly after turning off the Highway, the first thing I see is a sign, "Welcome to the Municipality of Cornwallis". I was completely confused and wondered what I had gotten myself into.

I will add that on a personal level, I look at my poems of today in comparison to my early song days, and I am very thankful that my poetry has improved. At least in my opinion.

I will continue my story with my next poem.

As noted before, I did not place my name and date of completion with my earlier poems. However, all of the poems from my book are copyright protected. E.J.R. Hardy.

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Dre Erwin
Dre Erwin
Jun 16, 2023
Rated 5 out of 5 stars.

I love it wow thank u once again!!

Poetry by E.J.R. Hardy
Poetry by E.J.R. Hardy
Jun 18, 2023
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You are very welcome, Dre. I am glad you liked it.

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