They called his name when he was 18.
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He couldn't wait to go.
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He knew that there was glory waiting, he knew all there was to know.
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So when they called his name he joined the line.
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Turned into a number, got tickets for the show.
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Eyes front join the line he signed his name, faded into khaki.
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Got seats in the front row.
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He knew it would be high adventure, a big pub brawl in the sun.
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He'd come home to a heroes welcome, he knew the time would come.
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But then three days forced march later through the debris of hell,
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all his preconceptions blown away into nightmare.
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Wasted numbers.
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So when they called his name he joined the line to do his bit for king & country,
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took the shilling, sang the songs, took the tin hat and showered spirit.
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Got seats in the front row.
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<font size=1>Thanks to <b>maia ([email protected])</b> for these lyrics</font>
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