Alone and far removed from earthly care
The noble ruins of men lie buried here.
You are strong men, good men
Endowed with youth and much the will to live.
I hear no protest from the mute lips of the dead.
They rest: there is no more to give.
So long my comrades,
Sleep ye where you fell upon the field.
But tread softly please
March O'er my heart with ease
March on and on
But to God alone we kneel."
Audie L. Murphy, 1948
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