We are the soldiers fighting someone else’s war

Abroad in a new country where we haven’t been before

The air is full of gunfire smoke

We try and keep our humour with a good old British joke.

The buildings are full of bullet holes

Bodies lay where they died, got rest their souls

The smell of death surround us everywhere

It’s like hell on earth.

Visions so strong stick in your mind

Not knowing what we may find

Land mines lay hidden beneath the ground

We tap gently listening for the metal sound.

Strapped onto our backs

We have our heavy packs

We all keep on going, as brave soldiers should

Pushing through thick layers of mud.

We are now well behind enemy lines

Miles away now from the fields of land mines

Gunfire all around

With cascading explosion sounds.

We are trained for this

Even out in the fog and mist

So today is like no other day training

The weather too is just like home, its bloody raining.