Of weapons always at the ready, we carry on so sure, so steady.
A sound ahead, now what was that?
So for a while, listen and squat.
Was it the foe we'd come to hunt?
or was it just a monkey's grunt?
An eerie silence fills the air
A sign of movement some where, where?
So close are we to these our foe,
We must advance, and bravely go.
A fleeting glance, we first do see, as we creep to our enemy.

They scatter every way do them, but they cannot out run the Bren.
Some fall in death, for evermore,
A gruesome sight on jungles floor.
Young Lad's who'd grown up into Men,
Had done their job, but couldn't rest then.
For there is plenty more to do.
The follow up, the slightest clue.
Oh. When will this thick jungle ever end?
That had made Boys grow into Men.
Another night to sleep and rest,
Again tomorrow we'll do our best.
We'll carry out those we have slain,
We even do not know their name.
Strapped to a pole, for all to see.
Their bodies led beneath a tree.
A lesson there for, those who may,
To live their lives a better way.