6 October 2012
Thirty years on from a trip to the Falklands . My knees still ache from all the marching across the peat bog In the freezing bitter winds . And I'm lucky to be able to feel all these aches not like the brave men who died . We will always remember your sacrifice . Where is the deep heat for my knees I've got my life to live in there memory .
Old Soldier Blues • Opuss № I