Saturday 10 December 2011

Operational, not decorational


No fanfares at the jetty
No newsclips on flat TVs
No Freedom marches through Dalgety
No recognition given by the public
No medals from the body politic

We Come Unseen

And then

More private reunions at home
More polyblocks removed from off the plant
More vital maintenance on the dome
More PAGs, more deadlines - there is no can’t
More time on drills and time in trainers
More turkeys, steaks, eggs passed down to the fridge
More crap cleared from 'round the strainers
More paint is added to the bridge
More warheads worked on ‘round the corner
More time spent getting back in order

And then

Once more  the final checks for sea are made
Once more  the family ties are given up
Once more the plant is in the half power state
Once more, stern and headropes singled up
Once more, on a drizzly  Argyll day
Once more, for umpteenth time a black boat makes it's way...

We Go Unseen

©Peter Chilcott

2 comments:

  1. Brilliant! This puts into words the feelings of not only mariners, but of other service personnel. As the daughter of a career military man, this is a poignant reminder of those days. Thank you, once again, for your service to your country and the rest of the free world to help keep us safe and free. I have the greatest admiration for you.

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  2. I lived the poem with you Peter. It is what we did. Underlying in your poem you show the mystical poignancy of our other existence.

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