Another day in this hell, in the desert of old Iraq,
Another day without knowing, whether I'll come back.
As the day wears on, my mind wanders to you,
I trace your name on my arm, inked in this tattoo.

I haven't heard from you in a few days, and I wonder if you're alright,
Thoughts of you are the things, that keep me up all night.
The fire rages overhead, and I sleep straight through it all,
For I promised you to stay alive, promised never to fall.

But that being said, it can sometimes get pretty rough,
The bombs and bullets like battering rams, make life pretty tough.
Despite those moments of hellish battle, I am confident that I,
Shall never come home in a wooden box, that I shall never die.

My enemy does not care, they're like the Pharaohs of the sand,
But we're ordered to fight on, until we finally shake their hand.
Peace is not their objective, they just want us out,
After all it is their country, there's something to think about.

I'm off now darling, I've got to go and do my fair share,
My mates are dying and left to rot, in the sand out there.
I'm sorry for having left you, at such an early hour,
But now my life is in the hands, of a greater power.

Pray for me while I fight, make sure of that my dear,
Pray for me to be there, for me to hold you near.
For as long as I am with you, I'll keep on coming back,
I love you and I'll see you soon. Your beloved, Jack.