When you're wounded and left on Afghanistan's plains,
And the women come out to cut up what remains,
Jest roll to your rifle and blow out your brains
   An' go to your Gawd like a soldier.
    Go, go, go like a soldier,
    Go, go, go like a soldier,
    Go, go, go like a soldier,
         So-oldier ~of~ the Queen!


Ending of verse by Rudyard Kipling
The Young British Soldier

Sincerely,
Gargoyle

Just wrapped up a week long study on "The Man Who Would Be King" story is set in the region.