Mead, Trevor James
Captain 162072 | 1st. Bn. Bedfordshire and Hertfordshire Regt.
So you were to be my Godfather, and, I your first Godson,
Had your life been kindly spared when the final victory won.
But you gave up your fight for life by a lonely Burmese lake
And I was robbed of a life-long friend; how hard is that to take.
I`ve constantly walked in the shadow of a man I didn't know,
Someone, who died before I was born-over fifty years ago.
How proud I would have been, to toddle by your side
And look up to your warrior's face but that pleasure was denied.
For when I was a little boy, every man a warrior had been,
With the cares of war deeply etched on every face I`d seen
They called me after you, you know, in tribute to your name;
And to live up to your memory has been the toughest game.
I know I`ve failed you constantly-to be the man you`d been
But try to forgive my failings,for hurt caused I did not mean.
And sometimes when I get it right, a sunbeam bright I see,
Then I know you`re in your watcher`s place smiling down on me.
So while you rest by the Brahmaputra, nearly half a world away
I`ll try hard not to fail you again until the boatman`s mine to pay.