The crosses in neat green lawn,
Don’t tell the story of that terrible morn.
The suffering, the terror, the bitter cold,
The loss of mates who won’t grow old.
The battles fought in the pouring rain,
In the jungles, the deserts and the open plains.
The mud, the trenches, the burning sands,
So far away in distant lands.
We shed our tears for comrades lost,
Who carried on at terrible cost.
Though the years roll on,
Time cannot erase,
The memories of those we can’t replace.
So let the crosses remind us all,
Of those brave souls who gave their all,
Let’s not forget they paid the price,
In a world made safer by their sacrifice.
LEST WE FORGET
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