White Army Blues

Goodbye Gillian,
The army's come to take me,
So I'm leaving on a train.

We'll meet again,
Two years from now,
I won't be a long-haired lout,
I will be a man no doubt...
No doubt?

There goes the good life,
Farewell to the drinks and curls,
Farewell motorbikes and girls.
Bye-bye, so long...
How long?

  Written on the military troop-train from Pretoria, South Africa to the 7th SA Infantry
  Battalion at Bourke's Luck. Two years of conscription and carnage lay ahead.