Verdun, Verdun, Verdun

Where the bravest lay, remains crosses mark, those brave young men remain at ease, we salute them with hearts heavy, each cross a memory, a life not lived, a dream not dreamed, a wife not held, no babes in arms, no summers, no autumnal leaves falling, no winters chill invigoration, no hope of blessings spring, no rocking chair, no dotage or reminiscences , no fond hellos of friendships, or long goodbyes, lest we forget, how dare we not remember them at the setting of each sunset, I will remember them, the blessedness of all they’ve given their life’s for the freedoms we’ve lived and are living.

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