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