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Pretty sure I shared this lat ANZAC Day, but I will share it again.

My grandfather served in WWII and was captured in Italy and was a POW for quite some time. He was shot (which lead to his capture), and the bullet is what eventually killed him as it became cancerous.

Anyway, he wrote this back in 1982. Pardon the caps, it's how it was written.

A British Tummy.

A BRIEF WAR DIARY AS A P.O.W.

N.C. ****

IT’S 5TH JUNE ’82, AND IN TIME I’M LOOKING BACK,
ON THE SAME DAY IN ’42, WHEN IN AMONG THE FLACK,
THEN ON RUN IN DESERT PLAIN WE STRUGGLED WITH THE WRECK,
OF WHAT WAS LEFT OF OUR ARMOURY, WHEN I GOT HIT IN THE NECK.

. . .

A GERRY BULLET ALMOST SPENT, FOUND IT’S MARK ON ME,
THEN I DROPPED DOWN AND MANAGED TO STAY ON ONE KNEE,
BUT NOT FOR LONG HOWEVER, TILL I TUMBLED TO THE GROUND,
AND REALISED IN MOMENTS I WAS WELL AND TRULY DOWNED

. . .

THE FEELING OF PARALYSIS TRAVELED UPWARD TO MY CHEST,
AND IN MY CONSCIOUS MOMENTS, I THOUGHT NOW HOW BEST,
DO I DOPE WITH THIS SITUATION WHICH I KNEW I COULD NOT RIGHT,
WITHIN ME REALISING THAT NOW I COULD NOT FIGHT.

. . .

I LAY WITH SOME FRUSTRATION, KNOWING I COULD NOT RISE,
IT GAVE ME SUCH A SINKING FEELING WONDERING HOW TO GUISE
MYSELF FROM ONCOMING GERRY TANKS,
WHO WERE SWEEPING DOWN THE PLAINS VIRTUALLY IN BANKS.

. . .

WHEN “D” COY. CAPTAIN APPEARED AND ASKED WHERE I’D BEEN HIT,
ON TELLING HIM, HE STRIPPED ME OF WHAT WE CALL “SMALL KIT,”
AND LIFTED ME ON HIS SHOULDER CARRYING ME ALOFT,
BUT AFTER A WHILE HE PUT ME DOWN AND MADE FOR THE “R.A.” POST.

. . .

HE LEFT HIS “BATMAN” WITH ME, AND UNDER THE MORNING SUN
WE DRANK THE “BATMAN’S” UNSWEETENED MILK TO GIVE OUR THIRST A RUN,
AN HOUR OR SO HE SPENT WITH ME, BUT NO ONE NOW IN SIGHT,
HE LEFT ME FOR THE “R.A” POST, SAYING I’D BE ALRIGHT.

. . .

I LAY AWHILE JUST WONDERING HOW LONG IT WELL MAY BE,
BEFORE SOME SOLDIERS “OURS” OR “THEIRS” WOULD SET THEIR EYS ON ME,
WHEN EVENTUALLY A GERRY TANK, A HUGE GREY M.K.L.
CAME BOUNDING ON; ME WONDERING, IS THIS THE FINAL HOUR.

. . .

THE GERRY TANK COMMANDER IN A FLOW OF PERFECT ENGLISH,
SAID FOR YOU THE WAR IS OVER AND AMIDST MY ANGUISH,
ASKED ME DID I THINK I COULD SMOKE A CIGARETTE,
AND I REPLIED “YES PLEASE,” KNOWING I’M NOT IN SHOCK JUST YET.

. . .

AND LATER IN A GERRY “OBSERVATION CAR,”
I WAS TAKEN WELL BEHIND “THEIR” LINES AND I KNEW I WAS SO FAR,
FROM ALL THE “H.L.T” BOYS WHO BY THEIR VERY GRIT,
IN SPITE OF ALL THE ODDS THAT DAY, HAD SHOWN THEIR FIGHTING SPIRIT.

. . .

THE GERRY TROOPS WHO CAPTURED ME SHOWED COURTESY AND CARE,
AND WHILE THEY WERE OUR ENEMY, IT WOULD BE ONLY FAIR,
TO CREDIT THEM WITH FEELING FOR A FELLOW SOLDIER BEAT,
FOR WAR IS SUCH A HAZARD, ESPECIALLY IN RETREAT.

. . .

THAT NIGHT WAS SPENT IN A GERRY RED CROSS CAR,
WITH A GERRY LYING ABOVE ME, BOTH CASUALTIES OF WAR,
OUR NEEDS LOOKED AFTER BY HIS TWO SOLDIER MATES,
THEN MORNING DAWNED AND OFF I WENT WITH OTHERS, TO OUR FATES.

. . .

A PRISONER OF WAR WITH MANY MORE BESIDES,
NOT KNOWING HOW LONG FOR, BUT WE TOOK IT IN OUR STRIDES,
AND SENT BY SHIP TO ITALY, THE ITALIANS GUESTS TO BE,
TO REALISE JUST ALL TOO SOON, THAT THIS WOULD BE NO “SPREE”.

. . .

ALTHOUGH NOT BADLY TREATED, ITALY WAS SHORT OF FOOD,
AND FOR BODIES NEEDING NOURISHED, MADE US ONLY BROOD,
FOR WHILE OUR CAPTORS DID THEIR BEST WITH CARE AND MEDICATION,
THE FIRST THREE MONTHS WE SUFFERED WITH ACUTE HUNGER AND FRUSTRATION.

. . .

THEN “HAPPY DAY”, ONE SATURDAY, RED CROSS FOOD PARCELS GIVEN OUT,
TWO, TO SHARE A PARCEL, OUR HUNGER NOW TO ROUT,
TO FEEL YOU’VE HAD A FILLING MEAL AND KNOW THAT MORE IS THERE,
THIS, YOU HAVE TO LIVE THROUGH, TO KNOW, THAT NOTHING CAN COMPARE.

. . .

FROM THIS DAY ON, OUR SPIRITS OF COURSE WERE LIFTED,
IN THE SITUATION WE WERE IN, OUR THOUGHTS SO OFTEN DRIFTED,
TO OUR LOVED ONES AT HOME WHO KNEW NOTHING OF OUR FLIGHT,
FOR “MISSING-BELIEVED KILLED” THE WAR-OFFICE WAS TO WRITE.

. . .

THE STORY DOESN'T END HERE, THERE’S SO MUCH MORE TO TELL,
BUT ONE WOULD NEED A BOOK OR MANUSCRIPT TO DWELL,
ON THE INJURED THE TROOPS SUSTAINED, TO LINGER AND TO STAY, A MEMORY FRO ALL TIME, OF A DARK AND GLOOMY DAY.

. . .

THOUGH I'VE PENNED THESE LINES REMEMBERING A FIENDISH GHASTLY WAR,
I'VE LOOKED BACK AGAIN AND AGAIN, AND THOUGHT “WHATEVER FOR”,
THE FUTILITY OF SUCH A COURSE, SHOULD MAKE OUR GOVERNMENTS PONDER,
FOR ASK YOURSELF, “IS ANYTHING SOLVED”, I LEAVE YOU THEN TO WONDER.

. . .
 
Good cover that Bruce makes very Brucie in a good way, shits on that goose Adam Levine's

No one can ever play it quite like Prince though, a genius and one of the best guitarist ever
Yeah when I found out he was going to do it I was a little apprehensive - but it isn't too bad. Prince's voice is too hard to cover due to his range, but yeah, very Brucey as you say.

Nils slayed the solo.
 
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