They did not gladly go to war
those who lie below
and followed those who went before
against a deadly foe.
They did not cheerful stand in line
or view their fate as beauty
but heroes all, whether lived or fall,
who saw their fears as duty.
And on a foreign field they fell
brother , father, friend
whose day began with whistle knell
and never saw an end.
Our silence at their graveyards sounds
as loudly as the mortars
and we wear our blood-red posies
for those who left no mourners.