found this on an ex-forces NG The Borrowers Borrowing my boots and a bullet proof vest, I'm a British soldier and I try my best. To fight a war in a far off land, my gun won't work if there's too much sand. Thinking of my family they are so very far, I'd be so much safer in the presidents car. Bullet proof and very fast, wall to wall protection in a suicide blast. Here comes a terrorist, or an innocent Man ? Is he gonna shoot me ? Do I shoot him while I can ? My political masters are all safe and well, but they sent me to this sandy hell. No equipment and nothing nice to eat. No air conditioning, in the blistering desert heat. Another day begins my best mate died last night, shot through the head, he sadly lost the fight. A brave man dead for one political lie. Are you gonna tell his wife and kids, just why he had to die ? My tour of duty is over the plane home is very old, my house has been condemned, my bath is full of mould. All the thanks I get for risking my life, is a condemned house to live in, and a frightened, anxious wife. The electorate sent us to fight and die, while they stayed at home, I saw a Childs leg get blown off, I could even see the bone. I see her face when I close my eyes, I can even hear her screams. How can I ever again,,, have loving pleasant dreams ?