This is a poem that we made up from ideas presented by the Tazmanian Devils Explorers, based at 2^nd Daventry HQ.

What must it be like to be a soldier?

The pride of joining,
Yet still the fear of unknown peril.

The camaraderie of companionship,
Still fear hangs for families.

The team spirit of the Units,
But dread of the end in sight

Then the final roll call
The loss of friends

The remainder were the lucky ones…

But to bear in mind it is service personnel that protect us in society today.

As a famous man once said, ‘In total war there are no victors, only losers’. 
This is because even the winning force will lose something dear to them in war.

This I believe is the only attitude to look at war, and it is only when the talking stops, that the fighting begins, but once the fighting stops…

By James Heighton and friends (Tazmanian Devils Explorers)