Who will remember the horrors you've seen?
The cruelty of man, the destruction of war?
The falling of your men, one by one,
Their blood soaking the soil, your feet tread upon?

Who will remember the adrenaline in your veins?
The hazy vision, obscured by waves of pain,
Numbing, overtaking, all five of your senses,
Yet, you pushed on, step after step.

Who will remember the desolate feeling?
The draining of hope, from all of your hearts,
As you watched your friends, fall alongside you,
The life, slipping away, into the hands of God.

Who will remember the loneliness?
The feel of the cool earth against your back,
The weight of your world upon your neck,
As you recalled loved ones you'll never see again.