Corporal B and Me

Even though, we were both on the same side ..
Corporal B clearly hated me
and made my life a total misery for as long
as I knew him and believe me ..
Fourteen months is very a long time indeed
to be hated and bullied by anyone ..
For what it’s worth, I began to crack in twelve ..
and think it may well have been
about the same time, he shoved me from the
back of a barrage balloon that
he first got to me and I began, to imagine all
kinds of peculiar things ..
Like maybe, he didn’t care for me too much,
or when he threw me twice from
a reconditioned Andover troop training craft
at thirteen thousand feet ..
Anyway, having thus spent his entire life as a
bully, perhaps no one would
blame me surely, for wiring his car to look like,
he was on some IRA cell, hit list ..
Me and my mate Monty both got fifteen days
jankers, for that sweet pay back ..
Boy, was it worth it though and get this folks,
I bought myself back into civvy street
pretty soon afterwards and although, I may not
have been that much of a real hero ..
All the lads back at flight HQ cheered and they
saluted me while
I was being marched swiftly off the premises ..