Rfmn. John James Harte
British Army 2nd Btn. Kings Royal Rifle Corps
I found a poem my grandfather John Harte, and the rest of the platoon wrote in WW2 from the 5th platoon, 2nd Battalion, KRRC.
The war is over so they say
But we fight on in a different way
We see no wops or prussilyns guns
We see no planes no tanks no guns
We do not see the one we fight
Their evil deeds are done by night
A mine laid here, a bomb thrown there
A burst of bullets thru the air
Britons sons the very best
A few more comrades laid to rest
The day will come when we will see
The Jews go down on bended knee
And pray to god that they may live
But what was done we cant forgive
So to you in Briton far away,
these last few words I'd like to say
To you at home the war Is done
But to us out here it's just begun.
