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THE BRIEF
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Falklands 82 They said it was like a giant sponge.
Had a bad water table, you see.
We all grinned and laughed.
The soldier’s laugh.
If you dig a hole, it fill with water.
Brackish, green- black water.
Mixed with sheep’s piss.
The soldiers all laughed.
April-May’s the end of their summer.
With June the start of their winter.
Water at the bottom, water at the top.
Snow in June, you had to laugh.
Cold , wet , a damp arse sitting in a smelly hole.
You finally get a letter from home,
A loved one, your mother, your wife.
No, the bank manager say’s you’re overdrawn.
you grin and laugh,
the soldier’s laugh.
