To fathers, to sons, and to brothers To mothers, to husbands, to wives To sisters, and to daughters in wartime Who made the supreme sacrifice We've heard of your brave deeds and courage On the water, in land, in the air You fought and you died for our freedom In places God only knows where Leaving your homeland and loved ones To go like your fathers before So brave, so young, so hopeful Not knowing the horrors of war From the sky in fireballs you landed The cold, deep, dark waters laid claim On beaches and fields you were slaughtered Now many an John Doe is your name We've heard of the dirty wet trenches The dugouts, so dingy and cold No help and no hope of replacement You're numb now in body and soul Your comrades lie dead all around you The wounded are praying to die Their faces and bodies distorted You're too tired to even ask why You know for you there's no tomorrow With your last spark of life you still pray That you too might not be forgotten Like the word of Dr. McCrae There are no words to befit you Wartime is that kind of hell And yes, there are those who'll forget you But more will remember you well Gladys Miller Corner Brook   Submitted By: NULL