I was sure I’d have an issue
When you went to Mogadishu
But I didn’t use a tissue
Cos I didn’t even miss you
I was sure I’d feel some pain
When you left here for Bahrain
But as long as there’s a plane
You’d soon be back again
I have to see a quack
Since you left here for Iraq
And now we’re wearing black
Cos you’re never coming back
Apr 23, 2013
Apr 23, 2013 at 10:27 AM UTC
I was sure I’d have an issue
When you went to Mogadishu
But I didn’t use a tissue
Cos I didn’t even miss you
I was sure I’d feel some pain
When you left here for Bahrain
But as long as there’s a plane
You’d soon be back again
I have to see a quack
Since you left here for Iraq
And now we’re wearing black
Cos you’re never coming back
The difference between a holiday and a tour of duty
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