text: It was just before dawn one miserable
  Morning in black Forty-Four
  When the forward commander was told to sit tight
  When he asked that his men be withdrawn
  And the Generals gave thanks as the other ranks
  Held back the enemy tanks for a while
  And the Anzio bridgehead was held for the price
  Of a few hundred ordinary lives
  And kind old King George sent Mother a note
  When he heard that Father was gone
  It was, I recall, in the form of a scroll
  With gold leaf and all
  And I found it one day
  In a drawer of old photographs, hidden away
  And my eyes still grow damp to remember
  His Majesty signed with his own rubber stamp
  It was dark all around, there was frost in the ground
  When the Tigers broke free
  And no one survived
  From the Royal Fusiliers Company Z
  They were all left behind
  Most of them dead, the rest of them dying
  And thats how the High Command
  Took my daddy from me