A Different War
by John A. Neal

A different war he said he fought,
While I was taking leave.
He landed in a German camp,
Which caused a few to grieve.

But me, I fought the honour war,
On the streets of London Town.
The Girls that Wilkie left behind;
I would never have let down.

I knew they sobbed because he left,
I knew they missed his kiss,
I thought that if I took his place,
They'd never miss the bliss.

So, when you say the war I fought,
Was not the same as yours.
Just think of all the souls I saved,
While taking furlough tours.

We Will Remember

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Thank you, Veterans,

With sincere gratitude from all Canadians

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