We remember those living and dead,
Whose uniforms were stained blood red,
Who gave of their lives freely,
So we may live in liberty.
Others suffered and gave so much;
Their valour and sacrifice are such --
The least we can do is never
Forget them and the fallen ones ever.
One's death either may be
Light as a feather,
Or heavy as a mountain.
What's your choice when you're going to die?
You may not want to decide --
"The Light, for the others to see --O Let mine be a fountain
Of hope and inspiration!"
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