Mentioned In Dispatches He got no ribbons, no decorations They sent no medals to his sad parents Just sent a letter telling them their son had died Killed by a bullet Now every night his mother cries
He was only eighteen when he joined the army It wasn't patriotic pride It was the only job that he could find Four months later he's in the Falkland Islands A boy with a gun and a hand grenade He's cold, homesick and frightened
The army sent condolences The army sent a wreath
They said they all felt proud of him They sent his ashes back in a tin
He got no ribbons, no decorations They sent no medals No mention in dispatches He's soon forgotten like so many others He won no medals no mention in dispatches The government sent a letter saying they were proud The government sent a letter thanking his sad parents He got no ribbons no decorations They sent no medals to his sad parents