Their sacrifice is lined in rows
Side by side, and head to toe
Some have crosses others stars
Some wore stripes, and others bars

A generation lost to god
For whom a nation cried
A memory now almost lost
Of how and why they died

Perhaps it’s just the way of things
And wars throughout all time
That nations give their finest
To be cut down in their prime

Or maybe it’s the price of peace
And the hope of lessons learned
If so, then don’t forget them
Or the thanks that they have earned