G'Day Folks, Been here a couple of times but still pretty much newbie status. Thought I'd get feedback on one I heard years ago in the lean green fighting machine. All Infantry are called "Grunt" or "Crunchy" by the other Corps of the Army and this tickled my fancy. Anonymous and called "Titles"

The call me Grunt and Crunchy and I guess I've earned the names,
Coz I've grunted past the LD's and the Phase Lines marked in flames,
And I've crunched a lot of gravel on the backroads of the world
Coz they always seem to need me when the Battle Flag's unfurled

I don't mind the Grunt and Crunchy if they're spoken with respect,
And acknowledgement of all the tyrant fortunes I have wrecked,
The others have their nicknames too and I use them with a grin,
And respect, but never if we've got a fight to win,

Yeah, the call me Grunt and Crunchy til the bullets start to fly,
And someone has to say I'll take that hill or die,
When the fear of domination comes to those who would be free,
I don't hear too many nicknames then, They call me INFANTRY !!!

Well,

choice! Different sort of poem but thought provoking...
I have some deep poems and do just get inspired to put pen to paper at all sorts of times and get words then put them together to form a poem.
And sometimes take a photo and that also fits with a poem.

I do like Sam Hunt, and other poets from around the world...their poetry... and everyone is different...

ciao

Ghostrider, I love poetry that relate to war because it is thought provoking.

I read a lot of poems. Some are warm-fuzzy things, some are beautiful and then there are some that although very descriptive, are just words put together cleverly.

However, when it relates to war different emotions come into play. We see it from the point of the soldier or those who have lost someone to war.

A friend of mine is in the army. He is a fireman in the army and he often says that people don't take him seriously when he says he's connected to the fire-brigade side of it. He's still a trained soldier but they look passed this as soon as he mentions his other duties.

I'm going to ping your poem on to him. I know he'll think it's great!

Thanks jesse and Going-Grey (aren't we all) for your welcome feedback.
I spent 10 years in that bunch and they have different values to 'civvies'.
We, of the Grunts called Artillery soldiers ' drop-shorts' not as some think involving removing clothing But because in Viet Nam an artillery unit fed the wrong firing solution in and dropped shells on "our side. We joked that the Tankies or Armoured Corps had the motto 'Thru thick and Thin we drive our Tin'. These were in house jokes and heaven forbid a civvie used the term. THEN we were united. OBJECTIVE : PUNISH OFFENDER
Still they were great years, forged in a time of uncertainty of everything except that we would follow orders and do our duty ' unto death'.
and some of my mates did.

Thanks for sharing that, Ghostrider.

Feel free to share other army stories (or verse) with us.

Amazing tales Ghostrider....military life certainly creates close bonds...the patriot's heart is v.brave....well done for making it thru & sharing.

Lantos, I would love to believe you that I was either a patriot or brave, but truthfully, I wanted to serve my country so I was a servant and soldiers are so conditioned to believe that they are the most finely trained and best soldiers on earth that they develop an understanding the the odds are definitely in their favour and many last thoughts were probably along the lines of Hey, This can't be happening to me... ... so that made me a gullible servant not a brave patriot Ha ha ha

PS ; Sorry I decided to change to my real name. The Ghostrider bit came from some ancient mystic in my younger years. Something along the lines of "those who take life are doomed to ride the ghosts of the slain". A bit melodramatic but true if the slayer has a conscience.