Unfurl the flag and beat the drum,

blow the trumpet, and here we come

striding forth, into war -

the noise of gunfire crashing round.

Blood and sweat, clothing torn,

the cries of the wounded filling the air.

Stretcher bearers back and forth:

the dead lying round about.

The battle raged throughout the day,

under a sky that was dark and grey.

Upon the bloody field, orders were shouted:

the enemy at last, was then routed.

With bayonets fixed, forward the regiment.

No mercy was shown that day.

At home, the woman with their children waited.

Many of their men never returned.

Some of the injured had to go without aid,

because they could not be reached in time -

and so to death they bled.

A lot of brave men, with their lives they paid

on that bitter day.

"The price of victory was very high",

the countries leaders said.

Funeral services throughout the land,

the music was heard, of the military band.

Medals on parade were then presented.

The dead were remembered in the church.

Wars, there will always be,

because a nation, wants to stay free.