Time marches on, the memory becomes dull,
so each generation learns the beat of the drum.
We gather around Monuments of Stone
Silently stand and think of those who never came home.
We do not remember the mud, the smell or the call~
We remember those who fought and will fall.
We offer our Prayer towards the debt
As we murmur the immortal words~ Lest we forget.
By Falcon Nov 2007