Fuerzas de Elite

"Across the desert with the heat, dust and sand
These men drive on given command
Small arms fire and RPG's
Heading for these PSD's
Client in the car
Must keep him safe
These brave men now must run the race
The road side bombs! Who knows where
'Don't worry Sir, we'll get you there'

Fast approaching vehicle
'Lets flare him guys,
Lets shoot the fuckin Hadji right between the eyes!'
Show no remorse for these Extremists
For the moment you do someone else will get hit
They dont care about strength and honour
They're cowards looking for a road to Allah
So stop him now and spoil his plan
And let him die a dishonourable man

Although admiration for the Armed Forces there
For the job that they do and their crosses to bear
But PSD's too have watched brothers fall
Yet there's just a list on Facebook to remember them all
They've seen such horrors, lost such good mates
Helping in a Country with so much hate
And the risks they take outside the wire
'Oh well' people say 'They're just Guns for Hire!'

These are Loyal Bodyguards, Private Security
And not Mercenaries as some think them to be
They go un-noticed their experience not told
There will never be a medal for them to hold
Yet for all of them somewhere a family yearn
For these PSD's and their safe return
No capbadge or uniform to show off their glory
There's No need... They've got their own story."