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Jun 2016
One million little crosses all in a row
One million little crosses all on a hill

Remember, remember what we fought for.

Remember Remember what we died for.

I remember the smoke and the noise,
The cause seems long lost.

One million little crosses all silent in a row
One million little crosses all silent on a hill.

Look down look down, over the sleeping valley
Look down look down, over the rebuilt city.

No more planes, no more bombs.

Dear Danny Whizbang, you can finally rest.

One million little crosses laid out side by side
One million little crosses just sleeping in the shade.

Dear Danny Whizbang- poor boy.

Remember, remember what we fought for.

I've lost the cause in the fog of war.

War is war and hell is hell but at this point it's so bad I can't tell;
Which is worse for my health, the bullets being fired at me or the poor meal ration.

Remember me back home, call me a hero.

I got a medal pinned on my chest, took seven more through my tactical vest.

Dear ma, pa, friends and pals, tell her I loved her and she was my only gal.

Dear ma, pa, friends and pals, say something nice bout those who don't make it back- I may not survive the next-ATTACK!

Sarge just gave the order, so up and over the top, last one home missed a bullet by a stroke of luck.

One million little lives laid to rest in a field.
One million little lives put to the test.

Pay em your respect, then finally allow them rest.
Jester
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Jester  Verona
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