From the time he was a little boy
He wanted to be a soldier real bad
To wear big boots and a uniform
to look just like his dad
Although he'd never met the man
Many pictures had he seen
Of daddy as a soldier
being inspected by the queen.
There's a shoebox in the cupboard
With daddys medals and beret
And a letter Johnny never read
about how daddy passed away
The Falklands war was halfway done
but wars are always hell
and The Battle of Goose Green
is where Johnny's hero fell
As soon as he was old enough
despite his mothers pleas
Johnny joined the army
though she begged him from her knees
It seemed he was a natural
a born soldier like his dad
who looking down from up above
would be so proud of his lad
He had an honesty and integrity
that his advancement did effect
A natural heroic son of a *****
you could not help but respect
So when war came around again
this time in old Iraq
Johnny proudly did his duty well
not just the once, for he want back
28 years ago we said goodbye
almost to the day
this time we're here for Johnny
who war also took away
Johnny was my friend
a man I truly loved
No wife or children left behind,
his family's given enough
Jul 10, 2010
Jul 10, 2010 at 8:07 AM UTC
From the time he was a little boy
He wanted to be a soldier real bad
To wear big boots and a uniform
to look just like his dad
Although he'd never met the man
Many pictures had he seen
Of daddy as a soldier
being inspected by the queen.
There's a shoebox in the cupboard
With daddys medals and beret
And a letter Johnny never read
about how daddy passed away
The Falklands war was halfway done
but wars are always hell
and The Battle of Goose Green
is where Johnny's hero fell
As soon as he was old enough
despite his mothers pleas
Johnny joined the army
though she begged him from her knees
It seemed he was a natural
a born soldier like his dad
who looking down from up above
would be so proud of his lad
He had an honesty and integrity
that his advancement did effect
A natural heroic son of a *****
you could not help but respect
So when war came around again
this time in old Iraq
Johnny proudly did his duty well
not just the once, for he want back
28 years ago we said goodbye
almost to the day
this time we're here for Johnny
who war also took away
Johnny was my friend
a man I truly loved
No wife or children left behind,
his family's given enough
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