MY LIFE A Poem By Bob Shepherd

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It’s been a long road to arriving here now
I don’t know whether to run and hide
Or should I just take a bow?
 
Running away as a wee boy
From the Irish end of Dundee
I had no clue as to what I would be
From Dundee to Bristol
To go and kick a ball
Bumping into awesome people
Who ensured that I’d never take that fall
 
Eventually the military beckoned
Due to a lack of education and skills
Perhaps It’ll move me forward
Just maybe a life of thrills
 
A war in the desert was my first port of call
Just a wee skinny boy of seventeen
Now look at me you all
At night, watching the SAS fighting up in the hills
Illumination, red and green tracer…explosions
I want to be there with them
I just have to learn their skills
 
Three years later, and now on their selection
Mature men teaching, no shouting, no bullshit
Not even an inspection
Only self determination will get me through this phase
No welcome, no encouragement, not even any praise
 
But this is all great, it’s right up my street
On the hills day and night, till I’m out on my feet
 
Now through all the phases but one
We only have the jungle to go
I’ll embrace it like an animal
Even this one I won’t throw
 
Now I’m a Trooper, and it’s all based on four
I’m in B Squadron’s Boat Troop, I’m now through the door
The real hard work starts now
My Troop sergeant smiles
So go down town and celebrate with a night on the tiles
 
He certainly wasn’t kidding all those years ago
From a war to a war…and a foe to a foe
Famous operational commitments, and some in between
Kept me aware, kept me hungry
And most certainly kept me keen
 
Courses upon courses to keep up my skills
We talk of saving lives, yet never about kills
The SAS remains humble and tries to stay away
From all the world’s attention
That they receive each and every day
 
I’ve lived and worked with legends
I read and heard of them before I came
And now that I know them, they just aren’t the same
Ordinary men not special, just like everyone else around
That they would all die for each other though
Makes that special bond so sound
 
Twenty years, surely not, it just doesn’t seem
My SAS career has flown by like a dream
 
Another long phase of wars
With my new civilian job
Using past skills to keep us all safe
But just as the same old Bob
 
Yet another twenty years has now passed
My helmet and armour  hangs in the loft
Now my hearing and my sight is so poor
And I just don’t want to turn soft
 
So today at home, I try and stay fit
And I even take time to write a little bit
As I aim to maintain my sense of humour and fun
But alas I have to admit
I’m now nothing but a stale crusty old git
Who still tries to go out on a run

Published by: bobshepherdauthor

Bestselling author Bob Shepherd has spent nearly forty years operating in conflict areas around the world. A twenty year veteran of Britain’s elite 22 SAS Regiment with nearly two decades of private security work to his credit, Bob has successfully negotiated some of the most dangerous places on earth as a special forces soldier and a private citizen. Bob comments regularly on security issues and has appeared on CNN International, BBC, SKY News, and BBC Radio. He has also authored numerous articles and books including the Sunday Times Top Ten bestseller The Circuit. In addition to writing and lecturing, Bob continues to advise individuals operating in hostile environments. For more of his insights on security and geopolitics visit www.bobshepherdauthor.com

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7 thoughts on “MY LIFE A Poem By Bob Shepherd”

  1. Hi Bob
    Loved your poem. Thank you. As with your life, mine has past fast as well. Some day if you get to DC or Northern Va, please let me know, it would be fun to have you over. Have a blessed night and thank you for your service.
    Warmest
    Dennis

  2. Words of a man who went in blind and achieving what others dream of.
    It is the unexpected that puts fear into men, and the fear that puts the unexpected around you.

  3. Love it Bob thats when i first knew you a 17 yr old was so quiet and went red when spoke to you.You have done amazing things and well done to you.x

  4. Hi bob, a great read as usual, your life has had a lot of excitement and purpose mate, look back and enjoy! Keep going with the writing ……

    1. A great poem Bob. So authentic, so very much you. I remember those early days, Sunday morning runs on 2 Sqn, no keeping up! You were already a legend before you set off for Hereford, and you still are, respected by people all over, deservedly so. Keep the writing going, I live reading it, it’s like being beside you once again.

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