Report from a commander of a Ratel armoured car (cavatina)
(after Randall Jarrell)
From my mere childhood I was called-up
to the army,
found myself in walls of armoured steel;
the enemy
roared in with Russian battle tanks,
never free
from projectiles that were exploding,
life was a very rude awakening.
[Reference: "The death of the Ball Turret Gunner" by Randall Jarrell.]
poem by Gert Strydom
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