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KIWI PEACEKEEPERSThere's death all around me, there's death in the air, The road could be mined, or an ambush await, The escorts have left us, we're now on our own, Our armour is moving, we're leaving the town, I look at the Gunner, his face is all drawn, We drive through the war zone, on dirt roads blood red, Expecting a tank mine, or bullet to tell, At Assembly "Lima", the site of an old Kraal, Raise the stars of our Nation, raise the Brit's Union Jack, Not there for the fighting, not there for the fall, By Mike Subritzky
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