Battle, skirmish or all out War, those empty bottles have a score
To settle with those enemies of you and me and our democracy.
Because empty bottles are fighting men, who protect us all, again and again
And depart the field not to a hero’s chant, and feast NOT in fancy restaurants.
Awaiting him is no adulation, the best wishes of a grateful Nation
Just a Badge he can wear in a Tesco’s queue. Just a Veterans Badge for a debt so huge.
