Rhodesia 1976 Wasted and wounded and laid on the ground Empty brass ammo cases lie all around Four of us faced the foe in this action, alive Please god I’m not the only one to survive All is quite we won this round Still, I lie here on the ground I have tried my wounds to tend I’m dazed, and trying to comprehend Helicopter blades above whizz and thump Boots on the ground, I hear them jump A voice overhead says†your OK my friend†As into unconscious, I do descend Now I lie in a clean hospital bed I do not know for me what lies ahead These words are not wrote for me These are for the absentee