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 mentions in dispatches

He's soon forgotten like so many others
He won no medals, no mentions 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