The Army in its wisdom

Can move you to and fro

You don't argue,

Just pack your kit and go.

Bruce was legend 

As he floated about

Here and there 

And in and out.

He didn't exist,

According to Ware

For wherever he arrived 

Old Don was never there.

Between regiment, 

 Langy and Gatow

As one arrived 

The other would go.

This went on 

For over a year

Arrivals and departures

Always quite near,

Just by split seconds

Not quite meeting

No handshake

Or squaddie greeting. 

I'll never forget 

Ware's triumphal grin

As out of the blue

Old Bruce walked in.

I believe you're looking 

For me he said

To Ware who was sprawled

Across his bed,

I'm Don Bruce

And I'm just passing through

Just time for a beer and

Civilised how do y' do

After so many times

We've just missed

At last I'm here

 To prove I exist.

A few glasses later

The legend was gone:

As for Old Ware

Life crawled slowly on.

And the estimable Bruce

Had made his day

Taking time to meet

Before going on his way.