He got no ribbons, no decorations They sent no medals to his sad parents Just sent a letter telling them their son had died Killed by a bullet, now every night his mother cries He was only eighteen when he joined the army It wasn't patriotic pride It was the only job that he could find Four months later, he's in the Falkland Islands A boy with a gun and a hand grenade He's cold, homesick and frightened The army sent condolences The army sent a wreath They said they all felt proud of him They sent his ashes back in a tin He got no ribbons, no decorations They sent no medals, no mentions in dispatches He's soon forgotten like so many others He won no medals, no mentions in dispatches The government sent a letter saying they were proud The government sent a letter thanking his sad parents He got no ribbons, no decorations They sent no medals to his sad parents