A Canadian trooper

With all the recent heartbreaking casualties our military have suffered in Afghanistan, and the jingoistic doubletalk that the Canadian public has been fed by our politicians and military leaders, perhaps the following might set things in a more just perspective. The following is, I need not add, a sarcastic comment on what has been going on.

I, a Canadian trooper Stan,
Soldier in Afghanistan;
Ready at the call of duty
To forsake back home my cutie,
And at need to risk my life
To protect my future wife.
When I'm summoned, never fear,
I shall answer loud and clear
As would any decent man

That detests the Taliban.
And who doesn't hate the guts
Of these mad, disgusting nuts
That will place explosive charges
Under bridges, tanks and barges,
Improvised and deadly traps
To assassinate our chaps
And by underhanded means
Shatter them to smithereens?
It can cause a minor crisis
Driving over such devices.
Often have I seen a jeep
Wind up in a twisted heap
Fire-blackened and ignited,
Blown to bits when gelignited.
Of the passengers and driver,
I will wager you a fiver,
Not one-half that take their chances
Will survive such circumstances.
If I am that out-of-lucker,
Well - call me a blowed-up sucker!
Still, don't worry or get hyper:
Send for bagpipes and the piper.
There is glory, quite enough in
Being flown home in a coffin
In a great big Hercules,
Having drunk life to the lees.
Think of it! As you lie cold
Stretched out in the airplane's hold
All be-medalled and in drag
Wrapped up in a bloody flag,
En route to an army base,
They will play "Amazing Grace"
And enhance their martial tooting
With some decorous saluting.
Politicians and newscasters,
The whole bunch of nosey bastards
Add their patriotic purring
While the cameras are whirring.
Generals and ranking brass
Who once kicked, now kiss your ass
And declare to all that hear: "O,
This lad lived and died a hero.
How his bravery entices
Others to make sacrifices!
Let none greet with cynic laughter
His departure to hereafter;
What he did was not insane,
For he did not die in vain!
Hand a medal to his mother -
Dig a hole - and send another!"

Life is short and war is risky,
So I dose myself on whisky
To stave off attacks of panic
In this hinterland Satanic
Never giving in to fears
For all my one-and-twenty years.
If with luck I'm still alive at
Tour's end, I should be no private
But a sergeant or a noncom -
Or else what they say is bunkum.
In the meantime, as I've told'ya
Like a good obedient soldier
I will carry on undaunted,
Albeit despised and taunted
And laughed at by all who laugh can
At us, suckers of the Afghan.

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