Speaking of parodies, this parody, if such it can be called, of McAlpine's Fusileers was writen for the First Gulf War. What is depressing is how little would be needed to fit it for the Second.

Out on the sand we soldiers stand and await the call to fight.
Above, the hum of the GR1 can be heard by day and night.
You may wonder why, 'neath a foreign sky, we risk our lives out here;
But you'll know who to blame when you hear our name: we're the Texaco Fusiliers.

Major and Bush say without a blush we're the price they have to play;
The Sun and The Star from miles afar say they're with us all the way.
But those who said that are safe in bed when the missiles whistle round our ears.
And the ones on high aren't the ones who die – it's the Texaco Fusiliers.

And if we fall at our country's call and the hope and the glory fail,
Don't tell our wives we gave our lives for justice to prevail.
But on our bones you can pile up stones and carve on them for future years:
"On a foreign soil we died for oil: we're the Texaco Fusiliers."