WHAT SHOULD WE DO WITH THE DRUNKEN SOLDIER?
Thank you soldier for your duty in Iraq
But unfortunately you still need to wait at the back
Our Doctors are busy
Our Nurses are stressed
We will get around to seeing you
Were doing our best
The soldiers chair is empty
He’s gone to his meds
A bottle of cheap whisky
Will sort our his head
Sat on a park bench he screams at the moon
He smashed the bottle then whistles a tune
His Regimental March
He needs another drink
He pulls up his collar
Smelling his own stink
Along comes two policemen
They tell him to move
He asks why he should?
They say they’re not in the mood
They drag him from the bench
Then put in the boot
He’s back in Iraq being attacked by a mob
They kick and they punch and they bite and they stab
The cops take him to hospital
He screams, “I’ve been in Iraq.”
They tell him to keep his mouth shut
And sit at the back.
©Copyright March 2006 by Tony McNally
Author’s Note: Christopher Alder, 37, a former paratrooper and Falklands War veteran, died on the floor of the custody suite at Hull’s Queen’s Gardens police headquarters in April, 1998 after being arrested. He choked to death on blood and vomit resulting from injuries he had sustained in the earlier fracas, while officers ignored him and carried on chatting.