Dear soldier.



So it drives you mad war,
a sort of mutually assured,
he spent thirty high explosive rounds,
on a piss up somewhere else.

Here the eagle's feather for you.

Your best bet,
is to nick a bottle of whiskey,
out of Tesco's
threaten to go semi automatic at the buzz queue,
you'll get lottsa help.

A nice little earner, madness.

At the end you'll get a piper at the gates,
don't hesitate.

Don't worry, we'll teach you all the tricks.

My Vimmy Ridge grandfather kept silent,
the big lie,
that they give a toss.


Fight back and feel the gain,
all is eternal rain.

~