Words unspoken, Words unread!


What will you do when you are older?
I'm going to be a British soldier.
I'll serve my country and my Queen,
The best damn soldier you've ever seen.

Wearing khaki day and night,
Carrying arms and willing to fight.
Then called by your country to go and defend,
The men and the women they're willing to send.

When going to battle who knows what we'll see,
I hope the next bullet is not aimed at me.
There's bodies of their lads, and bodies of ours,
And blood laden trenches we lay in for hours.

You're tired and hungry, cheesed off and wet through,
The start of a new dawn, who's next! Is it you?
The bombs I hear landing some distance away,
Getting louder and louder as we march on that way.

Their aircraft attack our guys on the ground,
"I will never forget that horrible sound."
And then the war ended, the fight was no more,
Was it all worth it? And still I'm not sure.

Friends I am missing, my life these guys filled,
Only memories left now, because they were killed.
This country we live in still owes them a debt,
These brave British soldiers we cannot forget.

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