Read this this morning and it had me weeping. We fight all these wars and don't get billions in reparations. We just get PTSD as I am sure most families in Europe do, including Germans. My grandfather was also named Joe Wilson like this poet , he fought the Germans in WW1 and had a bunch of medals for taking out a machine gun position. He never talked about it just my grandfather didn't with WW2.
I am your Gypsy warrior
Of me you can be sure
I’ll wear your ribband coat And I’ll fight your foreign war.
You train me up in Dalton
You send me off to France
I was only there a short while Before you ordered the advance.
My comrades they’d all fallen The Germans thought they’d won But they’d not beat this Gypsy From no man I would run.
So I gathered up the weapons Moved forward on my own
And I killed those German soldiers I killed them every one.
So you’re sending me back home now Say the King I have to meet
He wants to pin on me a medal
And I’m carried through your streets.
But when the war is over
And my soldiering days are done I go back to hawking carpets And I throw away your gun.
But you bang me up in prison You say that I am bad
But it is not surprising
For a war-scarred Gypsy lad.
And when my days are over You push me in the ground
With no head stone above me No flag no bugle sound.
Yet I was once your hero
Of me you could be sure When England needed heroes This Gypsy heard your call.
I won your highest honour
I won your Victoria Cross
But now I lie in unmarked ground And you don’t grieve my loss.
So listen all you Gypsies
You Traveller boys heed well
Should you fight and die for England
She’ll just leave you where you fell.
For we don’t have a country That we can call our own
As we travel down the highways With a trailer for our home.
Joe Wilson