A British Squaddie's Lament

A British Squaddies Lament. Post Traumatic Distress Disorder.(PTDD) Leaning heavily on Shakespeare's, "Fear no more the heat of the sun." Feel no more the heat of the sun; nor Serg'nt Major's sudden rages; now my poorbloody legs have gone; paid the price of Battle's wages. Khaki lads and girls, foresee lives destroyed by PTDD. I'll feel no more my Nations cry; nor Politicians' brave urging. Now I lay me down to die - for rag-heads need our purging. Queen and Country, I foresee won't give a damn for PTDD. I'll heed no more, in flashback form, my best mate's fragmentation. They hide them well, those IUD's; set fordisintegration. Wootton Basset will never see Those coming home with PTDD. 'Friendly' Exocets won't harm me! Nor no Napalm bombs embalm me! Ghosts unlaid, I abjure thee! Come not tooclosebefore me. Quiet convalescence let me have. And honouréd be his grave. Note: The good villagers of Wootton Basset line the streets every day, to welcome,home the bodies of our young soldiers killed in Iraq and Afghanistan.