If your officer's dead and the sergeants look white,
Remember it's ruin to run from a fight:
So take open order, lie down, and sit tight,
And wait for supports like a soldier.
Wait, wait, wait like a soldier...
When you're wounded and left on Afghanistan's plains,
And the women come out to cut up what remains,
Jest roll to your rifle and blow out your brains
An' go to your Gawd like a soldier.
Go, go, go like a soldier,
Go, go, go like a soldier,
Go, go, go like a soldier,
So-oldier of the Queen!
I typed that 'cuz it's a long poem, but worth reading. You can read the rest of it at your local library or maybe online somewhere. It's probably not on Ashcroft's list 'cuz the Feds ain't that poetically literate.
Hope your election goes well, Afghanistan. Shit, I hope OURS does.
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