Faces filled with duty and pride Boarded hulking hulls of sailing ships They traveled long on the crashing waves Their fear never issued from their lips With solemn grace they walked the plank On to the ravaged, tortured land They scattered like flies on the bloodthirsty beach Leaving more than footprints in the sand Screams of the shells flying over head Could not drown out the screams of the dying Kind letters could never comfort the souls Of the mothers who soon would be crying The fighting grew stronger, the men pushed on Their spirits were high in so dark a day They dropped like flies on the blood soaked beach And the wind whispered death over the bay In a final thrust the foe was beat down The men cried out loud for their victory They stood on the shore near the cold water And entered their names into history But a dying soldier lay on the beach His body was broken, his heart was sore As he held a dead comrade in his arms Knew he'd won the battle, yet lost the warBirth sign: Not entered
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