In my hands, I held the weight,
Of duty, honor, Britain’s fate.
A weapon forged in steel and pride,
By my side, it did abide.

Through fields of green and skies of gray,
It stood with me, both night and day.
Its silent strength, my steadfast guide,
With every step, it matched my stride.

A symbol of the brave and true,
In battles fought, in skies so blue.
Now as I look upon its form,
I feel the pride, the bond still warm.

For in that weapon, stories live,
Of all I gave, and all I give.