Categories
Army IWM North Military Museums Poetry World War II

Mathilda

Matilda2-545x408

IWM North, September 2018

an acrostic poem by inkdrop, on the newest arrival in the Main exhibition space of

IWM North in Trafford….

Made up at the Locomotion works in Bolton

A Machine to bring terror to the enemies eyes

Thundering across land and desert

Hot on the tail of any enemy Infantry

In time, tales would be told about her and her thundering wheels

Launching shells and ammo towards the enemy

Dangerous ? all missions are aren’t they

Allies relying on this mighty armoured tank

Categories
IWM North Museums Photography

Long Goodbye

IWM North via Salford, 26th March 2018

We’re losing an old friend in a few days time.

T34 Russian Tank
A Stalwart of the Russian Army in World War II – The T-34 was a powerful tank and had a Six man crew

The Russian T-34 Tank , having spent 13 years in Greater Manchester, notedly around the Cold war area of the Main exhibition space, will be on its way back to its owner before heading off to pastures new

The boys and girls from exhibitions have already started to get it going, in preparation for the move.

It’ll still be around for a short while, whilst the team work out the logistics of moving The T-34 and replacing it with the new exhibit.

A New Tank, the Mathilda , will be taking its place.

Won’t be forgetting this one though – as i wrote a verse or two about it – you can read that here

#UPDATE – 2nd April 2018.

The T-34 has now left the building, and the boys and girls from operations have updated the parking space in the MES in prep for the new tanks arrival – more when i have it.

Categories
Historical History IWM North Military Museums Poetry

The Russian Tank

A Stalwart of the Russian Army in World War II - The T-34 was a powerful tank and had a Six man crew
A Stalwart of the Russian Army in World War II –
The T-34 was a powerful tank and had a Six man crew

Greetings , Comrade!

Have we met somewhere before?

I’m a veteran of the second world war…

You’ll recognise my number,

I’m the T-34

In my vast solid frame, worked a brave crew of five

My only aim – was to keep them alive

On Russias front, we fought ‘gainst an enemy foe

My strong tracks moved forward, and away we’d go!

My wheels drove the tracks, like cossacks of old

leaving mighty marks in the snow and the cold

Commander gave orders, and Gunners fired shells

Gunpowder and burning were familiar smells

We fought for our country, and sometimes our meals,

whilst the enemy we fought had other ideals

Their crack soldiers ran when they saw me appear

as my shells would explode wherever they were near.

But Now, i’m retired,

to a home in the west.

Educating Children, quietly

is what i do best.