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' don't mind the shine
For noise never startles the soldier
Start-, start-, startles the soldier
If your officer's dead and the sergeants look white
Remember it's ruin to run from a fight:
So take open order, lie down, and sit tight
And wait for supports like a soldier
Wait, wait, wait like a soldier
When you're wounded and left on Afghanistan's plains
And the women come out to cut up what remains
Jest roll to your rifle and blow out your brains
An' go to your Gawd like a soldier
The rule of empires since Classical times: if you invade Afghanistan, they will CUT you! 
 Maybe George W Bush should’ve read this poem (too bad he can’t read..)
The Young British Soldier