"Fighting for peace is like screwing for virginity." George Carlin The Young British Soldier by Rudyard Kipling Final four verses When 'arf of your bullets fly wide in the ditch Don't call your Martini a cross-eyed old bitch; She's human as you are - you treat her as sich An' she'll fight for the young British soldier Fight, fight, fight for the soldier When shakin' their bustles like ladies so fine The guns o' the enemy wheel into line Shoot low at the limbers an'