Page 6 - Walking Back Through Time
P. 6
The dawn whistle blows and we go over the top,
Into smoke, fire and bullets until we finally drop.
Amid the darkness of no man’s land, gallantry and gore, Our destiny is sealed by a pilgrimage borne from war.
REMEMBER THE FALLEN
'It is difficult to understand the altruistic deeds and sacrifice made by these young men; nor can we underestimate or replicate their bravery and commitment to the cause of freedom'.
