forces have proved their worth,
isn't a place where they wouldn't serve,
tyranny all round the Earth.
them the due and respect they deserve!
modern helmet lost in the scrub
vicious, hostile Afghanistan.
in a war that no-one will win,
troops do the best that anyone can.
helmet shed in a Belfast street
half a brick, as likely as not.
with Kalashnikovs are there to defeat-
kiddies are not.
the helmet in the Falklands
they'd "yomped" from end to end,
to free two thousand farmers
we'd committed to defend.
see an empty helmet down there in the mud.
know a British unit has been here shedding blood
a British combat helmet lays in a desert land
a vicious war with no rules is fought out in the sand.
modern British soldier is professional to the core
more than a match for anyone in any kind of war.
cast off combat helmets get abandoned on the ground.
pray that all our forces are brought back safe and sound.
takes but a moment to ruin a life
bullet or land mine, by rocket or knife,
be a brief mention on six-o'-clock news
football scores and celebrities' booze.
service and suffering are often the same
wives and for children caught up in a game
not of their making – they didn't agree
play such a part in a stark tragedy.