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Posted by Ben Grader on Wed Oct 27, 2004 11:12 am
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So once again the time has come
<br>to pay respects to brothers gone;
<br>we were the lucky ones, who came out whole
<br>unscathed in all save minds; which still recall
<br>the former battles of those long-gone days
<br>in nightmare dreams, which come to us at times.
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<br>In them we see our comrades fall:
<br>while we in bullet showers remain unhurt.
<br>The fairest of the forest ever go the first;
<br>though we, the duller plods are left behind.
<br>And still, the people flock in hundreds on the day
<br>to give their thanks for liberation in the past
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<br>Even the very trees appear to mourn;
<br>as errant leaves, moved by a vagrant breeze
<br>scatter across the service as they sing;
<br>and we who came today, will not forget
<br>our friends who died so many years ago;
<br>that all might live in freedom once again.
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Posted by Bluesy Socrateaser on Mon Mar 02, 2009 10:22 am
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...and the band played waltzing Matilda.
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<br />I recall the days of glory past, and well it is for you and I that we share what we have in remembrance of those who lost it all in what has been known as the cost of freedom.
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