Why do few heed rows of whitened crosses,
A country’s tribute, to suffering and to cost.
Nor contemplate the resting place of others,
an unmarked sanctuary of legions ever lost.
Long they rest without any grave or marker,
some in hidden depths, many fathoms deep.
Or lie beneath sands, or shrouding jungle,
Let none disturb, let warrior legions sleep.
Missing legions, each man’s fate forgotten,
time erases memory, those living one by one.
Soon none remain, gone cherished visions,
remembrance fades, lost each mother’s son.
Gone those comrades who long remembered,
all the ranks of remembrance, thinning fast.
The bugles muted, all the cannons silenced,
soon the realm of history, scenes of the past.
It’s too few read history, so too few reflect,
the path of human folly, ways destiny is set.
Too few note the price, the price of freedom,
a debt to returned, lost or fallen…lest we forget.