The Diggers

You think this life is hard
Put yourself in their boots
In the black of night
You’re on patrol
The digger on point whispers ‘hold’
Where
The fuck did that come from?
Hit the deck hard regain your weapon
Muzzle flashes all around us
The desperate cries of ‘We’re surrounded’
Pick yourself up and return fire
Your best mate face down dead beside you
Can’t see shit you’re all alone
Are you ever gonna make it home?
Is this a dream or reality?
The fear it grips
As the silhouettes pass through the trees
The fucking sound is deafening
Out of the dark a hand reaches out
Pulls you towards him
“Let’s get some cover mate
fuck these cunts hit us hard
let’s get back at em ay?”
You come to your senses
You just realise
The man that’s beside you
Has just saved your life
Why?
Cause he’s ya mate
He’s ya brother
He’s a digger
“Keep up, keep up, nearly there mate
the other blokes up here just ahead mate”
You run through the trees
You hear a sound
A radio shouting ‘Hit the ground’
Mortars shatter earth around you
The blood and mud it has become you
You grasp your limbs to see you’re alright
The screams of agony pierce the dark night
Is this a dream or reality?
You wipe your eyes you see the horror
What you see will never leave you
They
Were your mates
Were your brothers
They’re the diggers
Your time to step up now
Put the wounded on your shoulder
And get them out
Get them evacuated
They need you now
They need your mateship
Run, run
Through the jungle
Three trips, four trips
Though the jungle
Run, run
Get em home
Tell them that they’re not alone
You see a flash
You regain consciousness
The taste of blood in your mouth
The air sucks through the wounds in your back
As you breathe
The light fades out
So remember
When you are down
Remember what they did for you
Till this day
They stand and fight
We honor them
The diggers
We honor them