I like the last verse.... very apt. But it was hard work getting to that bit though ;-)
Comforting tip from the original:

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.


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Getting dusty in here.
He should stick to making cakes.
I was going to do a warry response, but it was too much Hassel.
A poetic whinge is still a whinge.......

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