12/05/2026
The Volunteer
The gunfire split the still night air,
And from my side, the blood flowed red.
Informers' work had been well done, and an ambush had been laid.
My comrades turned back to my aid, and I waved them on again,
Escape for me was hopeless, why should they die in vain?
The soldiers soon stood around me, their unit I could guess.
Their blackened faces could not be disguised. The hated SAS.
Finish him off I heard one say. As a gun moved towards my head,
"Tomorrow they'll all sing of another Fenian dead!"
Just drop those guns down gently a voice called from the dark,
They wheeled and fired a volley, but it seemed they missed their mark.
The stranger stood before them now, with eyes that seemed alight.
The cowards turned and quickly fled as he raised his AR-15.
His face, somewhere I'd seen before though I couldn't tell just where,
But I knew from his green battledress that he was a volunteer.
He never said a word to me as we moved off through the night.
I was hoisted across his shoulders, a burden that seemed light.
"You'll be safe here!" At last, he said, as a cottage door drew near,
They're friends of mine, though we haven't met for many a lonely year!
He laid me gently down, beside a wall of slate and stone.
I turned to thank my comrade brave, but I found that I was alone!
When next I woke I found myself with a family staunch and true.
I told them of my comrade strange, but it seemed they already knew,
I gazed upon that parlour wall and things came clear at last.
And I thought of songs and stories heard often in the past.
And I knew then that our struggle was a fight, we could not lose.
For beneath his picture there it read.
"IN MEMORY OF FRANCIS HUGHES"