They don't ask for your sympathy
There are uniformed by choice
They just ask that we listen to
Their united common voice

They thank you for your tears
And for Wootton Bassett's pride
That meets every body on its
Last home coming ride

When the bodies are buried
And the children and the wives
The loved ones and the partners
Pick up with their broken lives

The wounded and the injured
Hurt in so many different ways
Try to cope with the trauma
Brought from their combat days

They ask consideration be given
Of the sacrifices they all made
That they be treated with respect
And proper recompense be paid

They don't ask for your sympathy
They wear uniform with pride
They just ask for equal justice for those
Who were killed and all those who survive

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