Here is a song I wrote recently about the war in Afghanistan and our governments failure to adequately support our troops with the equipment they have so obviously needed from the beginning.
The death toll is now 221 and rising with no sign of a satisfactory conclusion.
Below the words is an ABC of the tune I first used although that has morphed into something else by now!

I must admit that the few times I have sung it the audiences seem a bit uncomfortable with it. Soo, it's either a bad song or they disagree with it!!

regards
Jake

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                The Prime Minister Regrets
                           or
                  The Death of Tommy Atkins

                      by Jake Wade

The Prime Minister regrets to say, another soldier died
Defending Peace and Freedom in Afghanistan today
His parents were informed and his regiment they mourn,
For the death of Private Tommy Atkins far away.

The politicians tell us our security's at risk
From Al-qaeda and the Taliban and all such terrorists
So they sent our boys to fight them, in far off, foreign lands
To pacify the Taliban, on Afghan's burning sands

They sent our boys out there to fight, it's what our boys do best
Without their bits of basic kit, without their armoured vests
Without the helicopters to keep them well supplied
And evacuate the wounded, from Afghan's burning sands

They send them out in coffins packaged ready for the blast
Of the roadside bomb, the IED, each patrol might be their last
But those ministers in Whitehall just don't seem to understand
The need for decent armour plate on Afghan's burning sands

A medal for the widow and a scroll to help recall
Memories of a life cut short, to hang upon the wall
Forever a reminder, of just what might have been
Had he not died beneath the sun on Afghan's burning sands

The people stand behind the men that stand behind the guns,
They came from us, belong to us, they are our mother's sons.
But those blinkered fools that lead us, now have blood upon their hands
From their foolish intervention upon Afghan's burning sands

If we could win this war with spin, we'd have won it long ago
For we have the very best spin-meisters the world will ever know
They take the truth and turn it inside out and upside down
But there's no room for spin in the battle's din, on Afghan's burning sands

The prime Minister regrets to say, another soldier died
Defending Peace and Freedom in Afghanistan today
His parents were informed and his regiment they mourn,
For the death of Private Tommy Atkins far away.

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