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 'ROYAL' WORDS Inspirational War Poetry written on true accounts on how soldiers cope with PTSD, Injury, Homelessness and how families deal with these issues including death.  Well done to 'Uncle David' from all the team at  UK Homes 4 Heroes Pride & Passion.
'National Memorial Arboretum'

"I looked along the Staffordshire wall, with names as far as I could see,
Brothers, friends I knew before now etched in memories,

I've seen their names so many times, and felt them with my love,
I walk along, the rain pours down, their tears from up above.

I watch a veteran, deep in thought, pain shown on his face,
Escorting a mother to the wall, he's taken his brother's place,

She reaches out to touch a name, the one that was her son,
They pause together in the rain, sharing memories and not just one.

Our brothers who fought and those who died, their names for all to see,
Their lives so brief, fallen short, a page in history,

We can't forget what they had done, so many years ago,
Sacrifices they have made, the bravery they all showed.

I looked along the Staffordshire wall, crying in the rain,
For all those brothers who've touched our hearts, we'll never see again.

I looked along the Staffordshire wall, with names as far as I could see,
Brothers, friends I knew before now etched in memories,

I've seen their names so many times, and felt them with my love,
I walk along, the rain pours down, their tears from up above.

I watch a veteran, deep in thought, pain shown on his face,
Escorting a mother to the wall, he's taken his brother's place,

She reaches out to touch a name, the one that was her son,
They pause together in the rain, sharing memories and not just one.

Our brothers who fought and those who died, their names for all to see,
Their lives so brief, fallen short, a page in history,

We can't forget what they had done, so many years ago,
Sacrifices they have made, the bravery they all showed.

I looked along the Staffordshire wall, crying in the rain,
For all those brothers who've touched our hearts, we'll never see again."
David Milburn MBE
'Homeless Hero'

"Old and thin he looks half starved, whilst sitting alone,
He was once a British soldier, but now he’s grey and old,
People pass and think he's drunk, spaced out on beer and drugs,
But they don’t know the pain he feels, his past misunderstood.

Twenty years a soldier, the bravest of the brave,
The sights he saw and the things he did will haunt him to his grave,
No one cares about him, and no one gives a damn,
when they see this homeless soldier, he’s just another drunken man.

This homeless soldier who gave his all, has nothing else to give,
He lost his wife and family, he never saw his kids,
He moves around the city streets one doorway to the next,
Eating scraps from people’s bins, he really is a mess.

So all he’s got to live for are his memories of the past,
But the mates he lost and things he did will haunt him to the last,
Now the people look in this doorway to see this lifeless form,
Of a poor old British soldier who froze in last nights storm.

They took him to the hospital, and searched his few possessions,
Wrapped in a rag inside a tin they found a row of medals,
This man was quite a hero and he was one of Britain's many,
And when they traced his family he was only thirty seven.

So when you see a man in rags don’t think the worst you see,
For in some cold dreary doorway you could catch a glimpse of me."
'Brighton's Homeless Hero'

"A hero lay sleeping, silent and alone,
Tucked up on the floor, a doorway his home,

The face it looked gentle, the space in disarray,
This is not how I pictured a hero today.

Was this the hero of whom I had read,
Tucked up in a quilt, the floor for his bed,

I realised the people, that I saw in Brighton this night,
Owed their lives to this hero, who was sent off to fight.

Around the world all the children would play,
Adults would celebrate another new day,

They all enjoyed freedom each day of the year,
Because of this hero, the one lying here.

I couldn't help think how many more lay alone,
On a cold winters night, in a box for a home,

This heart-wrenching thought, brought a tear to my eye,
And I dropped to my knees and started to cry.

The hero awakened, and I heard his rough voice,
You don't have to cry, this life is my choice,

I gave the country my all, please don't bow in sorrow,
For the wars that I won, gave you a better tomorrow."
'Died a Hero

"Your father died a hero I tell him,
Your father died so brave,

But all that little boy understands,
Is his father's name upon a grave.

Your husband died a hero they tell me,
He died so we could live free,
But all I really want, I say,
Is my hubby here with me.

Your son died a hero I tell them,
He died so this war could be won,
But mum and dad don't really care about war,
All they want back is their son.

Your good friend died a hero, I tell them,
He died so these wars will end,
But war isn't the answer they say,
And now we've lost a friend.

You died a hero, we tell him,
You died so others could live happily,
But he doesn't care about others,

All he wants back is his family."
David's Book

David Lilburn MBE is getting ready soon to launch book 2 (excited!!) of
his poetry Reflections of War. Copies of book 1 can be purchased
through the website (reflectionsofwar.co.uk and Amazon).

We occasionally get special copies, signed by the Prime Minister for
example, for Dave Lilburn to sell as special items. He is a real community
champion and I urge you to take a look and support his book. Proceeds
to Help our Wounded Royal Marines and UK Homes for Heroes.