I want to march, for Me,
for Del, for Dave, for Mick,
and for all the other Scaleybacks,
that I know who didn’t make it home.
I want to parade with honour,
to show our colours were true.
I want to march with pride,
with the others who made it through.
But I can’t, not yet, too soon.
Maybe I will, one year.
I’ll march, with pride and tears.
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