Perhaps a few corrections to the Connolly song-

I'm Asking You, Sergeant, Where's Mine?

I'm lyin' in bed, I'm in room twenty-six
Thinkin' on things that i've done
Like drinkin' wi' squaddies and bullin' my boots
I'm countin' the medals i've won.

These hospital wards they're all drab lookin' joints
But the ceiling's as much as I can see
It could do with a wee touch of paper or paint
But then again, maybe that's me.

Chorus:
Oh, sergeant, is this the adventure you meant
When I put my name down on the line
All that talk of computers and sunshine and skis
Oh, I'm askin' you, sergeant, where's mine.

I've a brother in Glasgow wi' long, curly hair
When I joined up he said I was daft
He says shootin' strangers *is nae his game *just is'na
That brother of mine is'na saft.

But I can put up wi' most things I've done in the time
I can even put up with the pains
But what do you do wi' a gun in your hand
When you're faced with a hundred odd wanes.