A round in my chamber

A rail on my hip

The sound of my children

Enjoying freedom's trip

A single mother weeps

Whilst the bag they unzip

An only son lost

Yet, a nation's hardship

The burden we bear

When we fail to equip

Those who protect us

With the pull of fingertips

A bugle we played

Now you sail heaven's ships

Three volleys we fired

To tribute your comradeship

I cannot imagine

The pain of guilt's grip

What change can I make

When life is but a blip

But a round in my chamber

And a rail on my hip