Originally Posted by Lead_Head
They're from the service of remembrance. After the chap reads those words, the congregation are supposed to say "We shall/will remember" I've always fouind it incredibly moving, especially if it's an old boy with medals on... just makes it more real somehow.....
oh and this I stole off GSV forums....
Why do we still march ?
"Why do you still march old man
With medals on your chest?
Why do you still grieve old man
For those you laid to rest?
Why do your eyes gleam old man
When you hear those bugles blow?
Tell me why you cry old man
For those days long ago?
I'll tell you why I March, young man,
with medals on my chest.
I'll tell you why I grieve young man,
For those friends I laid to rest.
Through misty folds of gossamer silk,
Come visions of distant times,
When boys of very tender age
Marched forth to distant climes.
So young they were ... with blossom cheeks
Their eyes shone bright and clear,
Scant knowledge of this sinful world,
Though nought of hate and fear.
Their laughter rang through strange bare rooms
Hardships ... they were soon to know.
All they knew, was beyond their shores
Was a deadly vicious foe...
They left behind their boring life,
They had nothing much to give
So they laid their lives on the line,
So you ... young man ... would live.
With bayonet ... gun ...and blossom cheeks,
The innocence of their youth,
They stood alone ... with fearsome pride
And perceived the awful truth.
The truth they learnt ... they had to die,
(Its not easy when you're young.)
The gods of war had chosen them,
And stilled their youthful tongues.
The guns they crashed ... the stukas dived
Shells tore their flesh asunder,
I smelt their blood ... watched them die,
The war lords claimed their plunder
And as these warrior gods passed by
They smiled at their obscene death...
Gone were their apple-blossom cheeks,
Scorched by Napalms burning breath!
We buried them in a blanket shroud ...
Their young flesh scorched and blackened
A communal grave newly gouged
In the blood-stained gorse and bracken ...
And you ask me why I march young man,
I march to Remind you all,
But for those apple-blossom youths,
You'd never have known freedom ... at all."
Written by Bill Ridley (90 year old vet.)