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Came back from Kabul all wrong.
Didn’t stick around for too long
after that. Left the army and his mum
asking where her boy had gone.
Sold his kit and caboodle for a song
and worked the Pacific around to Hong Kong.
Took a postcard of Dunfermline along.
Can’t speak of those things in a foreign tongue
so he’s teaching a PADI course in Haiphong,
sleeps with his new wife and a handgun.