We were soldiers once.......and young

Call of duty was different them days

Earth clod grenades and sticks for guns

No gaming machines or blue rays

 

Battle lines were drawn in the street 

We flew where eagles dare

No surrender, no retreat

And the noise of war filled the air

 

"Brrrrrrrrrrrraaa" the machine gun staccato of Mickey Tiatto

"Peeeeow" Slacky's ricochet rang

"Doof doof" was the laser of wee Tommy Fraser

Twitch's shotgun simply went "Bang"

 

Hand eye precision, life death decisions

Dying was an art form and nothing less,

than three pirouettes, would fail to impress

and be met with sarcastic derision.

 

I remember one day a thrown hand grenade

Got a right accolade

Such was the carnage and devastation

We stopped and gave the dead a standing ovation

 

But there was always one who refused to die.

Would stand and tell the bare faced lie.

Wouldn’t fall down, would argue and contest.

When it was clear to all and sundry they were shot squarely in the chest.

... and that's when the real fights would break out.

 

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