Regale away
For me
Old man
About battles and things

Wars of sacrifice and lost mates
All
For me and my children
Our freedom

Of mates still here
For you
And
Tears for all
And
Shiny medals and a big march
In April

Guts and glory
Long ago

I’ll come with you in my imagination
And
Live your dreams
Old man

But

As sad as they are
As exciting
As horrific

When the blood spills over
And
Your anger shows

Then I raise my glass
Realise my luck
And thank God
I was not there with you

For I am not that brave