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“War is hell and the dammed shall lie in peace.”

 

Let the ones who fought and bled,

be the ones who judge us now.

 

A haunting song whispers over their ears,

let bayonets drip red with the blood of the enemy,

let bullets make their mark.

 

Let not the fallen,

fall on enemy ground.

 

Let not the souls that gave so much,

be the ones that save us twice.

 

Be the wall built,

upon their lives.

 

Forward they move,

forward they gave their lives…

 

Now pick up the standard,

the standard they bequeathed to YOU.

 

Lay me down,

and cover me with her flag,

allow my sleep to mean something more than…

words.

 

When there is nowhere else to turn,

we rush into the enemy lines,

we take those that would have our heads,

let God sort them out,

and judge their deeds.

 

Mine is not to question why,

mine is but to do or die.

 

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