Remembering Horace
To a newly wedded soldier
Came forth this army call
Come fight for King and Country
It made him proud and tall
He was an army driver
Taking high ups to and from
Then to cross that fatefull bridge
Which was wired to a bomb
There was no proper funeral
So very little left
But he is remembered
From those who knew him best
He joined the territorial army
Full of life and chat
His name will go on forever
If only on a plaque
Freda Hulse
