Oh, it will all be very jolly when we ship you off to war

‘cos Hussein’s a cruel bully and it's time he was no more.

With your call-up papers posted, pack your kit and oil your gun,

And we’ll ship you to the desert – you’ll enjoy a bit of sun.

 

Anthrax jabs, Malaria tabs,

Boil up your billy for your rat-pack bag.

Things don’t look so bad as we’re firing on Baghdad.

Can’t wait to see Kuwait

– How far’s Basra?

 

Scorpion hider and camel spider

Back in the pan where our tents all stand

And the sandstorm’s power strips paint and skin.

There’s times I’d like to jack it in!

 

But I really should be thankful

For we’ve spare parts by the tankful

And a shower-bag that’s hot – (though soap there’s not! ),

For the lass who’s my best mate – or

My germ proof respirator

And the blueys from back home

Which keep me sane.

 

‘cept, as I dig another hole

For one more mutilated soul,

I’ll be glad when we are shipped back home again.

 

For Dave

 

Yvonne Brunton 17/05/03