Thursday, February 23, 2012

Trooper Pat Mullins by Gerry Mulcaire

   © 2012

The Armoured Car in which Mullins was Killed

It's sad to think it's half a century
Since you were taken down by a mercenary.
Few youths today know of how you died
Fighting bravely, your dying comrade at your side.

Out-numbered and out-gunned
There still, your remains unfound.
In a place called Katanga, in the Congo
Far from Kilbeheny, where you are still a hero.

At only eighteen they sent you overseas
In a wool uniform only fit for the Galtees.
Now more will know when they read this poem
Of the bravery of an Irish blue-beret, who never came home.

L to R: Tpr. Jerry Lewellyn, Cpl Michael Nolan and Tpr Pat Mulllins pose with local children-Congo 1961

Now after fifty years a visit may be planned
To erect a plaque where you made your last stand.
Then the Katangans will know
The story of our Irish hero.

Who Knows, a ceremony may trigger memories
They may even tell us where your body lies.
So your broken-hearted family can bring you back home
To the foot-hills of the Galtees, where as a youth you did roam.

The tragedy is, the war rages still
Millions have died, and more will.
As long as the minerals last
Innocent lives will be lost.

So I dedicate these sad lines
To the memory of, "Trooper Pat Mullins".

            Rest in Peace.

Monument in memory of Tpr Pat Mullins in Kilbehenny.

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