I've been researching slang this week because I realised that the poem in the last post had an incorrect term in it for an officer. The term I used - temporary gentleman referred to soldiers who were promoted to the officer ranks in the First World War. It highlighted their fleeting status and the high attrition rates of that conflict. I looked at a fascinating wiki. I must thank the author[s] for their comprehensive list.
THE CLASS STRUGGLE
a synapse sparks unbidden
sets the memory unrolling
and I am back in the 70s
an apprentice working with a fitter
old enough to be my father
he’s telling me about his national service
I spent two years on an airbase in Yorkshire
guarding Vulcan bombers
and me a time served tradesmen
fully indentured
but the RAF needed security
for the new super weapon
it wasn’t a bad billet and
the sergeant told me that
no one enters that hanger
not even your grey haired old mother God bless her
because it’s top bloody secret that’s why
I’ll have your bloody balls on toast
if you bloody defy me and
it wasn’t a bad billet save for that time in February
when I should have been at the dance with my girl
pulled the short one that night I can tell you
this one pip rocks up all received pronunciation
straight out of Sandhurst demanded I move aside
that I let him into the hanger and that is an order
looked down his nose at me
his face getting redder and redder and
then it was get out of my way
by God I’ll have you on a charge
so I moved aside and when his back was turned
I hit him with the butt of my revolver
did I mention we were armed anyway
the officer went down like a sack of spuds and
there was hell to pay
I barely escaped a glass house holiday
never knew what became of that officer
never saw a Vulcan either only on the television
years and years later and
he threw his dog end away
it had stopped raining
so we left the shelter of the pipe bridge
and went back to whatever we were doing before the rain
I still don't think this poem is quite there yet but it reads better. I am now going to put it away for some time. I appear to have got my mojo back at the moment, for which I'm thankful.
Been listening to Scott Walker this week, going back to the first four LPs.
Until next time.
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