Far from home they travel
To fight in a foreign land
Not for riches nor for glory
Just to give a helping hand
This band of happy warriors
Drawn from every town and street
Heading off to war in the desert
Army boots upon their feet
Young men who leave their wives behind
Parents filled with pride
Friends and family cheering them
Keeping faith inside
Then home the warriors will return
They have many a tale to tell
Of courage and survival
In that hot and dusty hell
Some of their number will remain
In memories of the past
For they gave their lives on foreign soil
So that freedoms reign might last
Spare a thought for those who lost their lives
Don't say you don't give two hoots
Remember... in a foreign field
Lies a pair of desert boots.
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