I went to see the soldiers, row on row on row,
And wondered about each so still, their badges all on show.
What brought them here, what life before
Was like for each of them?
What made them angry, laugh, or cry,
These soldiers, boys and men.
Some so young, some older still, a bond more close than brothers
These men have earned and shared a love, that’s not like any others
They trained as one, they fought as one
They shared their last together
That bond endures, that love is true
And will be, now and ever.
I could not know, how could I guess, what choices each had made,
Of how they came to soldiering, what part each one had played?
But here they are and here they’ll stay,
Each one silent and in place,
Their headstones line up row on row
They guard this hallowed place.
The news is spread far and wide
Another comrade has sadly died
A sunset vigil upon the sand
As a soldier leaves this foreign land
We stand alone, and yet as one
In the fading light of a setting sun
We’ve all gathered to say goodbye
To our fallen comrade who’s set to fly
The eulogy’s read about their life
Sometimes with words from pals or wife
We all know when the CO’s done
What kind of soldier they’d become
The padre then calls us all to pray
The bugler has Last Post to play
The cannon roars and belches flame
We will recall, with pride, their name
A minute’s silence stood in place
As tears roll down the hardest face
deafening silence fills the air
With each of us in personal prayer
Reveille sounds and the parade is done
The hero remembered, forgotten by none
They leave to start the journey back
In a coffin draped in the Union Jack
Clothes soaked with blood, and blood on his boots,
As he breaths he gurgles blood,
He lays in the shadow cast by a wall of stone,
A million miles from home,
Eyes wide with fright. His brothers by his side.
"He quietly prays as he slowly dies,
As blood drains from his body, color leaves his face,
His blood waters the flowers in this God forsaken place,
They hold him so he doesn’t die alone.
They hold him until they have to bag him and send him home."
"Tears leave streaks down a dirty face,
Sorrow and emptiness now takes his place,
With the utmost care they zip up the big black bag,
and wrap his body in an American flag,
A hero is going home.