God I was young when I wrote this, it has never been seen by anyone till now. (Except family)

Despite the content I'm quite proud of my time there. At the time of writing it was minus 27 Celsius (wind chill taken into account), so you can understand me being a little miserable at that point

Craig I really like this, love rhyming and your voice in this. You can tell you were there by the directness and language you use, my hat off to you sir, for sharing this with us so soon since joining and for sacrifices you made.

I must admit... I was confused by your final stanza at first. It took me a few rereads to (I hope correctly) determine that the speaker of the poem is stuck in Bosnia just because some bastard back in England's plan. I think it's because you had to switch the word order to keep your rhyme scheme.
Maybe you could clarify with the slight addition of some punctuation. Consider:

No one wants to be here
But it's part of "someone's" plan
(Some bastard back in England)
And... just because he can.