Every war seems to have produced poetry by those who served in them, World War II is no exception. I would enjoy reading some of the Forum member's favourites. Here is one of mine, written by Trooper Jack Neilson MM and Bar. Jack was born in Eire but settled in Northern Ireland after the war. He was one of the best known soldiers who served with the North Irish Horse and, as well as his obvious courage, a man with a love for poetry and words. Here is one of the many he composed entitled 'The Observer', penned on 7 April 1943 while in action near Beja, Tunisia. "At Ksar Masour Station in Wog Hut Watching Silent stand in Observation post, Field glasses focused on form opposite, Two miles of undulating greenness On skyline, red roofed white buildings, And nearer the broken fuselage of a Focke-Wulf. Intensely aware of singing birds, See love-sick storks, building nest. By soft breeze over valley drifting The sickly scent of death. Quietness suddenly shattered By Wheow - Wheow - Whumph! Of German Six Inch Mortar Hastily our Five Fives Quickly send screaming Their hazard messengers of death. In hut on far farm watching Stands silent some German boy, Wistfully thinking of Gamerisch-Partenkirchen. Brain war weary asking 'Why?' So, watching, invisible to each other Mutually wonder 'Why?' And the stork builds on."