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    Why do you still march old man?
    With your medals on your chest
    Why do you still grieve old man?
    For those friends you laid to rest
    Why do your eyes gleam old man
    When you hear those bugles blow
    Tell me why you cry old man
    For those days so long ago.
    I'll tell you why I march, young man
    With these medals on my chest
    I'll tell you why I grieve young man
    For those friends I laid to rest
    Through misty folds of gossamer silk
    Come visions of distant times
    When boys of very tender age
    Marched forth to distant climes
    So young they were... with blossom cheeks
    Their eyes shone bright and clear
    Scant knowledge of this sinful! World
    Thought nought of hate or fear
    Their laughter rang through strange bare rooms
    Hardships.. They were soon to know
    All they knew, was beyond their shores
    Was a deadly vicious foe
    They left behind their families,
    They had nothing much to give
    And they laid their lives upon the line
    So you... young man... would live
    With bayonet... Gun... ,and knuckle bare,
    The innocence of their youth
    They stood alone with fearsome pride
    And perceived the awful truth
    The truth they learnt… they had to die
    (It’s not easy when you’re young)
    The gods of war had chosen them
    And stilled their youthful tongues
    Rifles cracked, and steel drew blood,
    shells tore flesh asunder ,
    I smelled their blood,
    Iwatched them die
    The devil claimed his plunder,
    And as these warrior gods looked down,
    they smelled the stench of death
    Gone were their apple blossom cheeks
    Scorched by napalm burning breath
    We buried them in a blanket shroud
    Their bodies scorched and blackened,
    In Shallow graves, all newly gouged
    In the bloodstained gorse and bracken

    So Ill tell you why I march… young man
    I march to remind you all
    That without those men who gave their lives
    Youd have no freedom at all.


    FOR THE FALLEN.

    With proud thanksgiving, a mother for her children,
    England mourns for her dead across the sea.
    Flesh of her flesh they were, spirit of her spirit,
    Fallen in the cause of the free.

    Solemn the drums thrill; Death august and royal
    Sings sorrow up into immortal spheres,
    There is music in the midst of desolation
    And a glory that shines upon our tears.

    They went with songs to the battle, they were young,
    Straight of limb, true of eye, steady and aglow.
    They were staunch to the end against odds uncounted;
    They fell with their faces to the foe.

    They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old:
    Age shall not weary them, nor the years contemn.
    At the going down of the sun and in the morning
    We will remember them.

    They mingle not with their laughing comrades again;
    They sit no more at familiar tables of home;
    They have no lot in our labour of the day-time;
    They sleep beyond England's foam.

    But where our desires are and our hopes profound,
    Felt as a well-spring that is hidden from sight,
    To the innermost heart of their own land they are known
    As the stars are known to the Night;

    As the stars that shall be bright when we are dust,
    Moving in marches upon the heavenly plain;
    As the stars that are starry in the time of our darkness,
    To the end, to the end, they remain.



    We must NEVER forget.
    Maker and inventor of CANNYLINKS, the best rotten bottom system bar none. IMHO!
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  • #2
    as an ex forces myself - I agree with the sentiment
    Ooh a new vid!

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    I AGREE

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    • #3
      Never been in the forces, but when I researched the family tree I discovered there were a few family members lost in the Great War and WW2.

      We must always acknowledge the debt we owe to them, and the millions of others like them.
      Demons run when a good man goes to war...

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      • #4
        We shall remember them.

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