Author unknown but it reflects the psychological trauma that many veterans must live with for the rest of their lives. Many manage it but many do not. Lest We Forget. I did my duty I did my best I hid behind my bullet proof vest I walked the streets with gun in hand I held the peace in a foreign land People didn’t want me there They would often stand and stare But my duty was to keep the peace I tried to save a life, at least I saw men die I saw men suffer Life couldn’t get too much tougher Bombs and bullets played their tune And forced me deep in to the gloom My duty there was never done I worked until the passing sun Then one day the years have passed My memories would last and last No corner of my mind is safe I am haunted by that foreign place I try to run I try to hide My demons always by my side Did I serve my country true Would I really die for you Did I do my very best Did I need my bomb proof vest Did I see my colleagues die Or is it just a wicked lie All I know is this you see I can never be set free The Troubles they have left their mark They keep me trembling in the dark So enjoy your freedom that I won For this soldiers work is done
Posted on: Wed, 25 Sep 2013 06:04:48 +0000
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