It’s a solemn noble duty, far above most else
So when the drums are silent and the
dogs of war at rest,
What happens to the swords?
Our generation’s very best?
They hit the civvy streets with angst
And fear of what to think,
Some never find their solid ground
‘Cept when steadied with the drink.
Too many have we lost to death
Beyond the battlefield.
Too many have we buried
here at home, upon their shield.
One veteran suicide is one
loss too great to bear
for the family of our nation;
This grief we must commit to share.
Too many words are said within the walls of speakers house.
Too silent are the cries of ours, louder
we must now shout.
Another loss from suicide
Is a war of sad attrition,
So SCOMO please just cut the shit,
Announce a royal commission.
FILE PHOTO: Australian Army snipers from Force Protection Company at the Taji Military Complex, Iraq. Photo by Corporal Jake Sims