Repatriation

 

He stood in the darkness of the C-130’s hold

Time seemed to have stopped a minute so slow

Waiting in the silence for the men outside to go

They’d come dressed to honour their friends

Standing to attention to give that last salute

To the fallen in the coffins draped with union flags

 

He watched the flag lowered slowly to the ground

He stood to attention and listened to the padre’s words

He’d watched men stood stiff and heard the bugle blow

Holding themselves together for that final show

Carrying each coffin into the planes hot steel hold

The ramp was raised and that  silent blackness again.

 

RAC

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