Those
men on the beaches lying broken,
Those
men crouched above, whispering the rite,
Extreme
unction, giving them the token
Of
God's love, all they need, the lamp to light
Their
way to the undiscovered country…
Cowed
by the courage of others, you sit
In
the safety of your home, the sundry
Goods
of peace surround you, the play of wit
The
only contest of your day. Three score
Ten
and four years later, few may recall
The sacrifice;
the guns a distant roar,
The men
once fallen now no longer fall.
It
was a rainy day, the sixth of June,
The men who were so young grew older soon.
The men who were so young grew older soon.
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