We think the only victims in a war

Are those with names engraved who rise no more.

But we should spare a thought for those who live,

Those damaged souls with so much more to give:

Exploits in the battle oft unspoken,

Hearts and minds decayed or simply broken.

So many of them suffer from a loss

And find it tough to put a smiling gloss

On situations which become so hard

Through lack of high-placed friends or party card.

Even the sternest of these survivors

Can be mistaken for lazy skivers,

While all around, so glamorous and brash,

The same old faces rake in all the cash.