Soldier's Farewell

[Bombardier]

This isnt a famous poem, infact I dont even know where I found it.

Soldier's Farewell


I've saddled up, and dropped me hooch,
I'm going to take the gap,
my Tour of Duty's over mates,
and I won't be coming back.

I'm done with diggin' shell scrapes
and laying out barbed wire,
I'm sick of setting Claymore Mines,
and coming under fire.

So, no more Fire Support Base,
and no more foot patrols,
and no more eating ration packs,
and sleepin' in muddy holes.

I've fired my last machine gun,
and ambushed my last track,
I'm sick of all the Army brass,
and I sure ain't coming back.

I'll hand my bayonet to the clerk,
he ain't seen one before,
and clean my rifle one more time,
and return it to the store.

So, no more spit and polish,
and make sure I get paid,
and sign me from the Regiment,
today's my last parade.

[Frisco-Kid]

A good one, Bomb. To me, sounds like an Aussie or Kiwi in Nam.

[Zofo]

A good job he didn't have to sign out of the British Army or the poem'd be a darned sight longer! Anyone else have any problems getting the SSAFA or garrison library to sign their chit?! :mad:

[Bombardier]

I get held up by the PRI shop :mad:

[Drone_pilot]

I get held up by the PRI shop :mad:

Snap, the bugger had gone on leave and no one would sign on his behalf.:mad:
it's amazing what a scribble and a smudged battery stamp Will do ;)