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Johnny

That Taliban bomb Blew Johnny to a bed And when he woke up He wished he were dead And when Johnny finally came home He wasn’t marching there Just sitting in an ambulance Alongside his new wheelchair So it’s goodbye Johnny to squaddie life The billet and his mates They’ll miss him for maybe a little while But fate is fate is fate There were no brass bands to meet him Just his family no more For Johnny was one of the victims Of a politicians war And they still make their speeches But they don’t give a No blood splashes their tail coats When a squaddie’s hit And Johnny will get his pension To go quietly away And be remembered once a year Every Poppy Day He’ll have to fight for every penny Fight just to survive For he’s embarrassed his leaders Just by being alive Carry your shield or be carried on it Was the ancient Spartan way Oh how our glorious leaders wish that Were the creed today But they stand at the Cenotaph Year after year after year And shed the latest versions Of their crocodile tears And Johnny learned a lesson If he never knew it before There ain’t any glory mates In marching off to war When Johnny finally came home He wasn’t marching there Just sitting in an ambulance Alongside his new wheelchair And that Taliban bomb Reverbs reverbs reverbs in his head And Johnny, our poor Johnny Still wishes he were dead

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Date: 9/29/2022 2:27:00 PM
this is so sad, terry, but you've told the story in such a powerful way...
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Terry Ireland
Date: 9/30/2022 5:55:00 AM
Thanks ilene - sadly over my 7 years working with fellow Veterans I met so many Johnny's. Terry