The Letter
Dear Mr Subritzky, sorry to be a bore,
but we're sending your son Danny to
the Bosnian War.
Yes, we know you did Rhodesia, your
cousin Bill did Vietnam,
but we're running out of soldiers and
we need a few good men.
Sure, your uncle Jack the Anzac, was
in the Battle of Chanuk Bair,
and Bob Subritzky caught a packet on
the Somme.
But we need a few good men, to send
to Europe once again,
and we'll kit them out and send them
with a song.
Cousin Fredo got a head wound in the
Monte Cassino fight,
and poor old Archi, he went crazy on
the wire one stormy night.
Yes, your family's done its' bit, but
it doesn't count for shit,
and when your son gets back, we'll give
the lad a gong.
Now you know the bloody score, it's just
another friggin' war,
and we're off in a couple of days, to
the blood and smoke and haze.
Of course your boy should be alright,
unless the Serbs decide to fight,
because the Moslems in his sector seem
OK.
