THE SAS SOLDIER

Australia has a canny son – his skills are world-renowned. When tensions on the globe erupt, he’s first upon the ground.

He’s the lion of the army to this most would agree. He’s the fully rounded soldier that many want to be. Though plenty seek selection – few ever make the grade. The sandy beret signifies: a master of his trade.

He’s a military specialist – an expert with his tools. He’s quick to speak what’s on his mind and doesn’t suffer fools.

He’s a stubborn sort of fellow who seems without a care. His motto’s not for cowards – to win, he has to dare.

You’ll find him in the jungles, the deserts and the snow. But ask him where he’ll be next week; he’ll say he doesn’t know.

He moves freely in the daytime, but always out of sight.

He appears where least expected – a phantom in the night.

He’ll face extreme conditions with minimum supply.

His body may be soaking, but his humour’s always dry. He pays the price for liberty – far from the warmth of home. His family pays a price as well, through endless months alone.

In public celebrations, we never see his face. In times of recognition, he feels pretty out of place.

He says it’s just his duty, the service that he vowed. But Australia thanks you anyway; you’ve done this country proud

For all the lives we lost this is called WAR..

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