Winning entries from 2015

MPCT learners submitted a poem to mark remembrance day and these are a collection of the winning poems from each centre.
Little Did They Know

Mr Battle

Five people progressed to their goals,
Little did they know it was the end. 

Those five people went through hell to earn their berets,
Little did they know it was the end. 

They earned their berets, proud to be a soldier,
Little did they know it was the end. 

Returning home to visit their loved ones,
Until they get sent away for months on end,
Little did they know it was the end. 

Hoping they will see their friends and family after a few months,
Counting the days to get back to them,
Little did they know it was the end. 

On patrol, day in, day out. Being cautious hoping no ambushes or attacks will occur. Getting back to camp still cautious but relaxed,
Little did they know it was the end.

Night after night, those five people sleeping in fear; just wishing for a good night  sleep,
Little did they know it was the end. 

Hoping all the never ending days and nights will soon be over, so they can once again see their loved ones,
Little did they know it was the end.

A blast of light and ringing in their ears,
Little did they know it was the end, 

Fade in, fade out. No noise, no sound,
Little did they know it was the end. 

Broken bodies, broken hearts. Their sacrifice will never be forgotten,
Little did they know we will always remember them.


Miss Bent

While I’m away remember me,
For I will remember the good times we had.
I’ve had my photo taken, look at it sometimes while I’m away,
And if I’m killed in this bloody affray.
Stiff on the battlefield, silent and still,
Frame it and keep it for it’s all there will be
An image, a likeness, a portrait of me. 

They never knew what it was like back at home; hell on earth day in and day out.
The trenches our home, filled with horror.
The shouts “over the top” were the words we dread,
Not knowing if we would return. 

The guns fell silent the whistle blew, a sound we dread,
As men scrambled up and forward.
The bullets like flies all around, men’s bodies ripped many fell down.
Forward, forward we were compelled all the while men falling, falling.
From men, screams, one of many sounds
Still the whistles blew, forward, forward! 

A sudden thud, a pain, I fell, I looked up still men went forward.
A warmth, a peace the silence the silence fell,
A cry of help, help but none came.
The water encased me the mud cascaded down.
Darkness came the light was gone.
Here I am lost in the ground,
A name on a stone, on a wall is all that is left that I lived at all.

100 Years Past

Miss Burton

100 years past and we remember all those lost,
Those who fought to save us all
From the war and the cost.

Many countries came together
To fight side by side,
And a Great War is started
When two forces collide.

Great men fought for our country,
Family and for pride.
To show that Great Britain
Will not be pushed aside.

Dear Mary

Mr Bressington

Dear Mary,
How are you doing? Do you miss me?
Have you found out if our baby is a he or a she?
I miss you and the boys,
I miss having to clean up all their toys.
I miss having you in my arms,
Knowing you’re not in any harm. 

One lad is gone,
Private; think his name was Tom.
Bomb got him, we mourned this morning,
Bowing our heads after we’d fallen in.
It’s scary out here, I can’t think so well;
hearing all the bullets and shells. 

The screams of people going mad
People shouting for Mum and Dad.
I’m sorry, I don’t want to worry you
I’m doing well, I hope you are too.
I love you my sweet, see you soon,
I can imagine you looking at the moon. 

Give the kids a kiss from Daddy
And tell them I miss them madly.
I will see you, I love you so much,
I can’t wait to feel your touch

But Yet We Survive

Mr Bruton

Thus the winter comes,
The chill of the bitter air.
The cold is a killer,
But yet we survive. 

The food has been rationed,
And the trenches are damp.
The mud swallows us,
But yet we survive. 

The Germans surround us,
With rifles and gas.
Stopping at nothing,
But yet we survive. 

When we got the call, we went over the top,
Bayonets were fixed, as our minds filled with shock.
Ducking and diving to craters in the ground,
Hands over my ears trying to block out the sound.
We were dropping like flies from the right and the left,
These men I stand with will fight to the death.
The battle was won and the poppies thrived,
The war may not be over, but yet I survived.

Now There are Soldiers

Mr Cowdery

They used to come here
The young and naïve,
Boys with ambition
Who yearned to achieve.

MPCT took boys who were keen,
Made them respectful
Part of a team.
They helped them develop
And taught them to train,
Making them realise
No gain without pain.

The weak and the timid
The brave and the strong,
All came as strangers
But now they belong.

Gone are the tantrums
Away with the toys,
Now there are soldiers
Where once there were boys.

Trained and efficient
Smart and sincere,
A force to be proud of
No weakness or fear.

They fight to defend us
Protect us from harm,
When terror surrounds us
It's they who stay calm.

So let us remember
The debt that we owe,
To staff and instructors
Who helped them to grow.

And let's not forget them
The boys we have lost,
For when you want freedom
There's always a cost.

Not all our brave soldiers
Can find their way home,
But all who have fallen
Are never alone.

They'll always be with us
For them we can dream,
Military College
Forever a team.

Zero to Hero

Mr Fastnedge

In our lifetime there will be war,
Maybe one day, there will be no more. 

Whether it’s conflicts from the past,
Our generation won’t be the last, 

There’s always going to be a war to fight,
Keep your spirits high, burning bright. 

It’s not always ‘doom and gloom’,
Tell your folks ‘be home soon’. 

Whether you’re fighting in the past or now,
You’re fighting for your country, take a bow. 

If you are thinking of joining, any Service you choose.
Have no doubt about it, there’s no way to lose. 

If on some days you feel like you’re ‘Zero’,
Your fighting for Britain and you are a ‘Hero’!

I Lift a Glass

Mr Francis

Poppies are red, blood is too
In life and death we will remember you. 

We laughed hard together at childhood memories
Socialised, drank and ate until we had spent all our pennies. 

Your place in our heart and soul is forever sewn,
As is your friendship, valour and sacrifice in the Combat Zone. 

We will help and guide your families when needed
This I promise their prayers will not go unheeded. 

Until the inevitable day we meet again
I lift a glass in remembrance RIP, AMEN.

Bravest of the Brave

Mr Gurung

You only know my name but not my story,
We were raised through the pain but fight for the glory. 

Identity is the same but we are different races,
We have the same features but different faces. 

I have lost so many men but I am happy to see them go,
At the same place the poppies appeared for people to see them grow. 

All my men are at a better place with their eye over me,
Bravest of the brave, we are Gurkhas from overseas.

Always Remembered

Mr Hayward

 Leaving college for the last time,
Basic training then the front line. 

Fighting aside other young men
In the heat and the dust of Afghanistan. 

Proud to serve, brave and strong
You found the place that you belong. 

You never thought this is how it would end
Always remembered, ex learner, our friend.

The First World War

Mr Kemp

The Great War of 14 to 18 many lives were lost as well as dreams,
Above the trench nothing but horrible scenes.
And in the far off distance the sound of screams. 

Many young soldiers lost their lives,
But left a legacy that survives. 

Without their courage we would not be here,
Even if we were, we'd be living in fear.
That's why on the 11th November we give them a cheer and
Celebrate in silence whilst shedding a tear. 

Their courage and bravery shows they were the best,
Leaving them head and shoulders above the rest.
So long live their memory deep in our chest,
Working months in the trenches without a day’s rest. 

Many young soldiers lost their lives,
But left a legacy that always survives. 

Soldiers Eyes

Mr Mitchell

Today we live, Tomorrow we could die;
These are the thoughts
Through our soldiers’ eyes. 

They fight for us
Through thick and thin,
In with a grenade
And out comes the pin.

We prepare for this
Every day of our lives,
It’s not call of duty,
This is REAL life. 

We honour Saint David
On his special day,
To remember his greatness
On the day he passed away.

Stand on Guard

Mr Needham

Back at home people living their ordinary lives
But across the water a solider stands on guard,
Rifle at hand with only one purpose.
His thoughts are lost
Thinking of those he left behind. 

Many brothers have been lost
And each man will still not give up.
For those that have fallen 
Is another reason to fight hard. 

As the guard stands on post
In a different world in his mind,
Counting down the days
Till he sees the ones that he left behind.
But death is around every corner
And the day we are truly free
Is when he comes and brakes the chains of life. 

There stands our guard,
A strong line of hope and fear.
For those he fights for
He will lay down his life for. 

Soldiers of Battle

Miss Parry

Tired and weak
They shiver in silence.
Rifle in hand
Awaiting the violence. 

An inhumane nature,
Their thoughts are their friends.
A group of young soldiers
With families to defend. 

Corporals and Sergeants
With plenty to say,
Screaming ‘There’s only so much
They can give us a day’. 

Letters to mothers
Convincing them they’re fine.
But numbers of deaths
Are crossing the line. 

Night times are tough,
In the trenches of war.
Recovering from injuries,
So tender so sore.

Silence will break
Until shots will be fired.
Another man dead
Forgotten, retired.
The brothers of battle

Will continue through the years,
Never forgotten
Their hard work, their tears. 

Those soldiers who fought,
So loyal, so grand.
Will continue to sing,
The song ‘Homeland’.

Freedom's Price

Mr Stapley

Remembrance is not always sad,
Knowing of these soldiers makes me glad. 

A life lived full, adventure known,
A life lived full, memory stone. 

The honour felt, you’re heroes of home,
Will never dilute, wherever I roam. 

Remember the freedoms you have every day,
Their sacrifice given as sun turns to grey. 

What soldiers will weather, heroic endeavour,
Will live with us now, forever and ever.

The Dark Truth

Mr Williams

In the dead of night
With the lack of sight,
The blackness conceals the real fright. 

Back in Blighty life was so bright,
Loved ones near, full of cheer.
The fog of war descends upon us all;
Neither friend nor foe can tell us why,
But within us our duty lies. 

Woken daily not by cockerel crow,
But mortar, sniper fire and machine gun roar,
And the deadliest of all the sounds;
The scream of Gas! Gas! Gas! 

As morning breaks, another day awaits
Of life as we know it now.
Sharing our clothes and beds with rats and lice,
And diseases unknown. 

The mud is red in colour,
And fallen comrades lay where they fell.
Their grave now our home,
For this short time until the whistle blast for us to charge. 

The first strike of a match, my attention you catch,
With the second light, now you're in my sight
On the third, a shot will be heard. 

As the whistle blows, over we flow
As the flare shows the way,
Darkness appears almost as day. 

As the sun of a new day rises
Some of us will not rise with it,
But forever lay beneath it. 

The last advance same as any other;
With no clear sign of cover,
Each day gets tougher and tougher
Just like the fight gets rougher and rougher.

We think we're better than anyone else
But truthfully we stand together,
All the forces come as one to defend everyone. 

Always remembered, never forgotten,
You are our heroes, especially the fallen.