Dark Gaul
New member
I started writing this before I left the army and never got round to finishing it and I don't think I could finish it... because the memories it invokes I would rather leave buried. So as it stands I hope you guys like...
When you're lying alone in your Afghan bivvy
And your life it depends on some MOD civvie
When the body Armour's shared (one set between three)
And the fire fight's not like it is on TV
Then you'll look to your oppo, your gun and your God
As you follow that path all Tommies have trod
When the gimpy has jammed and you're down to one round
And the faith that you'd lost is suddenly found.
Three fifty an hour in your Afghani cage
Not nearly as much as the minimum wage.
Your missus at home in a foul married quarter
With damp on the walls and a roof leaking water
Your kids miss their mate (their hero) their dad
They're missing the childhood that they should have had
And your life it depends on some MOD civvie
When the body Armour's shared (one set between three)
And the fire fight's not like it is on TV
Then you'll look to your oppo, your gun and your God
As you follow that path all Tommies have trod
When the gimpy has jammed and you're down to one round
And the faith that you'd lost is suddenly found.
Three fifty an hour in your Afghani cage
Not nearly as much as the minimum wage.
Your missus at home in a foul married quarter
With damp on the walls and a roof leaking water
Your kids miss their mate (their hero) their dad
They're missing the childhood that they should have had
