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Heres the pictures
I promised to send
You see the airbase
Where we were sent
Now the winter
Has started to descend
Your loving son was sent here
I got your letter
From Boise Idaho
To James Joyce Soles
To James Joyce Soles
I went down at midnight
To the Holy Loch sh*re
And scattered the ashes
Of James Joyce Soles
He knew the reasons
Why we were here
He loved your parcels
And all your care
Youre so thoughtful
Theyre so fair
I know my friend thought so
Was James Joyce Soles
Hes not just a soldier
Hes not just a friend
Hes been in the wars
In a foreign land
Hes been on the payphone
When itr was so cold
He was my comfort
Was James Joyce Soles
He was my comfort
In a country so old
He was my comfort
Was James Joyce Soles