MEMORIES OF A CANAL ZONER
To relate this morbid tale of woe
Off to Egypt we must go.
On burning sands ‘neath desert sun
Where heaven ends and hell begun.
‘Sand In My Shoes’ was jus a song
Now it’s a curse I’ve suffered long.
Most nights on guard I stand and stare
Across the desert bleak and bare.
Gazing up towards the moon
I dream of Blighty in mid June.
I’ve had enough, without a doubt
Roll on the boat that takes me out!
Bernie Way - RAF Abyad 1953-55