He thoughtfully picked at his fingers,
And
gazed out, across the Bay.
It's
amazing how memories linger,.
When
there's so little to do each day.
He
thought of those slant eyed devils,
So
fearless, courageous and proud,
Who'd
rejoiced in their war time revels,
And
certainly did our nation proud.
They
came down from the Himalayas,
An
area so mountainous and tall,
To
serve under our National flag.
These
fighters the men from Nepal.
Knee
high to a grasshopper, truly,
With
hearts as big as a hill.
They
held no fear of the enemy,
In
fact they rejoiced in the kill.
To
them, there was joy in battle,
And
plenty of honour to win.
They'd
slaughter the enemy , like cattle,
Cowardice
was a terrible sin!
They
had kukris, that made your blood tingle,
And
blood curling voices to match.
Amongst
the enemy they'd easily single out,
The
man they were going to catch!
Across
the wild terrain, they would stealthily speed,
At
the quietest time of the night.
Devotion
backed with a religious creed.
By
God! They were an awesome sight!
Into
every alien heart, they struck terror,
A
desire to be up and away.
To
be in their firing line, was an error,
And
many a brave man ran away!
There's
no doubt, they served us superbly,
With
a reputation, eternally bright.
I
hope that we'll never ever sever the links,
That
bind us in brotherhood, so tight!
By Kook Kri.
Author: Trevor Durbidge
Copyright © 2001 [TJD]. All rights reserved.
Revised: October 30, 2007 .
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