Screaming from beneath the waves,
frustrated for our soldiers going to early graves.
Twenty two brave men lost their lives within the month of July,
yet our blood stained flag still blows in the desert sky.
Is it time we were leaving the Afghanistan plains,
before more of our men are so cruelly slain.
But no we are British, and we will stand and fight,
hunting down the Insurgent day and night.
We will stay on these sands, until the job has been done,
and we pray to our god, that we never handover this war, to our daughters or sons.