It was just before dawn one miserable morning in black '44
When the forward commander was told to sit tight when he asked that his men be withdrawn
And the generals gave thanks that that other ranks held back the enemy tanks for a while
And the Anzio beachhead was held for the price of a few hundred ordinary lives
And kind old King George sent Mother a note when he heard that Father was gone
It was I recall in the form of a scroll with gold leaf written on
I found it one day in a drawer of old photographs hidden away
And my eyes still grow damp when I think that his majesty signed with his own rubber stamp
It was dark all around there was frost on the ground when the tigers broke free
And noone survived from the King’s fusiliers of company B
They left them behind most of them dead the rest of them dying
And that was how the hight command took my daddy from me.
When the Tigers Broke Free
Sorry, that’s about all I know.