I thought of you
I thought of you this morning beloved -
in the shattered dawning light
as we 'stood-down' from the alert
and I secured the starlight scope;
and we rested from last night.
I thought of you later beloved -
as Pete Shaw (the medic) and I
checked African kids for scabies
and pregnant African mothers
and old African men with TB...
who were waiting to die.
I thought of you just after twelve beloved -
as we stopped to wash and take a break
but then they brought the wounded guerillas in
from Francistown; with blood
and bile and bandages...
and then I thought no more of anything.
© Mike Subritzky
Rhodesian War 1979