This is all my own work. Hope you enjoy and helps to touch a few hearts and reminds some to remember when we are able to have a safe Christmas. British army - can't beat 'em. I went to the mountains on a bright clear day, There was snow on the ground and birds in the hay, I wished with my heart that I'd gone out in May, But that choice doesn't exist for a SOLDIER. Now I sit here in Kent and look out at the sky, And my thoughts turn to Christmas - another minced pie, But out in other mountains the lads now ask 'why?' But that choice doesn't exist for a SOLDIER. We are safe in the UK but not everyone is, We listen to Slade while they listen for the whizz, Of a mortar just fired by a terrorist in a tizz, Because he can't really fight like a SOLDIER. And sometimes we ponder at the rememberance house, How the patrols left the bases as quiet as a mouse, But no one tries to shoot us inside our own house, and for that you can salute like a SOLDIER. So remember the lads upon this merry Christmas morn, And think of the injured all twisted and torn, And think while you drink with Mum and Uncle Shaun, That you owe your Christmas cheer to a SOLDIER.