#soldiersvoice
Holding Fast
***
Dreams, hope, a bit of ambition—
they’re what get us through, surely ?
Day after day tick tocks by,
the clock never letting up,
and still we hold on—
like men gripping a solid dock
in rough water.
Because somewhere in all of it,
there’s a purpose.
Something that tells us
this life’s worth the effort.
Tick tock time slips,
always does.
But that’s no excuse
to let go of what matters.
We hold on tighter.
Keep our plans close.
Make the most of the moments we’re given,
don’t lose sight
of the things we still want.
Because life rolls on—
through the good,
through the hard—
and it won’t wait for us.
We keep moving.
And maybe, if we’ve done it right,
what we leave behind
means something.
Something that lasts.
Peace
Apr 18
Apr 18, 2026 at 3:52 AM UTC
If I climb this hill,
will you come with me?
Will you hold my hand
when my burdens get heavy?
Will you lighten my load?
When my heart bleeds,
will you embrace me
and tell me all will be fine?
If I take to the valleys,
will you come with me?
Will you guide me
through the twisting turns
that befall me?
If I become lost,
will you be my compass
and guide me back to the right path?
If I step into these caverns of darkness,
will you come with me?
Will you hold a light so I can see my way?
Will you call to me,
and guide me to the path to your home?
Please—come with me,
and show me the way.
Mar 1
Mar 1, 2026 at 4:54 AM UTC
If I climb this hill,
will you come with me?
Will you hold my hand
when my burdens get heavy?
Will you lighten my load?
When my heart bleeds,
will you embrace me
and tell me all will be fine?
If I take to the valleys,
will you come with me?
Will you guide me
through the twisting turns
that befall me?
If I become lost,
will you be my compass
and guide me back to the right path?
If I step into these caverns of darkness,
will you come with me?
Will you hold a light so I can see my way?
Will you call to me,
and guide me to the path to your home?
Please—come with me,
and show me the way.
Mar 1
Mar 1, 2026 at 5:03 AM UTC
If I climb this hill,
will you come with me?
Will you hold my hand
when my burdens get heavy?
Will you lighten my load?
When my heart bleeds,
will you embrace me
and tell me all will be fine?
If I take to the valleys,
will you come with me?
Will you guide me
through the twisting turns
that befall me?
If I become lost,
will you be my compass
and guide me back to the right path?
If I step into these caverns of darkness,
will you come with me?
Will you hold a light so I can see my way?
Will you call to me,
and guide me to the path to your home?
Please—come with me,
and show me the way.
Mar 1
Mar 1, 2026 at 4:59 AM UTC
By LongJohn, honouring the Royal Artillery motto and spirit
They say the infantry hold the ground,
the cavalry takes the glory,
and the gunners…
well, we just change the landscape.
Our thunder isn’t borrowed —
it’s earned,
forged in steel and sweat,
carried on the backs of lads
who know exactly what it means
to serve a crown you’ll never meet
but feel in your bones.
When the order comes,
there’s no hesitation —
just the calm of men
who’ve rehearsed the end of the world
often enough to make it look tidy.
The gun speaks,
the earth answers,
and somewhere in that rolling crack
you hear the history of the regiment —
from Flanders mud
to Afghan dust,
from the smoke of Waterloo
to the cold rain of the Falklands.
We don’t shout about it.
We don’t need to.
The guns do that for us.
And when the smoke clears
and the world steadies itself,
we stand there —
boots planted,
ears ringing,
hearts steady —
knowing we’ve added our own small echo
to the King’s thunder.
Feb 8
Feb 8, 2026 at 7:24 AM UTC