I've faced and dealt with, all my fears
You wouldn't pictures of the things I've seen
In high definition on your TV screen..
The cost of this war runs into billions
While we're being shot at, by civilians
Women and children, with live grenades
Nobody's planning a victory parade
No heroes welcome for those who make it back
Another coffin draped, in a Union Jack
After all this time, It's patently clear
No one in this country, wants us here !
Post traumatic stress, a symptom of this war
Acknowledged by the army, then ignored
Any signs of weakness, psycho analysed
Unfit for duty, good luck and goodbye..
Contributed by giorgio - 2013/4/10 - 09:09
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