They gave me new legs
For the ones that had gone
Gave me a pension
Said time to move on.
I'd walked too close
To that IED.
And squaddie life
Was finished for me.
I know I was lucky
Not to be dead
But that doesn't help
The chaos in my head.
Life as a civvie
Just can't replace
The craic and the banter
Back there at the base.
They were my mates
But not anymore
As soon as I'd walked
Through the last Billet door
We chat when we meet
But it just ain't the same
Since they took away my rank
Added Mister to my name.
So I'm in Civvie Street
With two legs of tin
But not really a civilian
I don't seem to fit in
They can't understand
The places I've been
Can't really imagine
The things I've seen
The way I react
As I walk on eggshell
Between uncomfortable nows
And yesterdays of hell.
Sometimes I dream dreams
Of that quite near past
Where i still wiggle my toes
Before that bomb's blast.
And sometimes I get drunk
To ease my throbbing head
And celebrate the fact
Somehow I'm not dead.
Sometimes my feet itch
Which quite amazes me
Since carelessly I left them
Alongside a Taliban IED.
