Memorial Day.
We walked among the crosses where our fallen soldiers lay and listened to the bugle as taps began to play.
The Chaplin led a prayer we stood with heads bowed low. And I thought of fallen comrades I had known so long ago.
They came from every city across this fertile land, that we might live in freedom, they lie here 'neath the sand.
I felt a little guilty my sacrifice was small. I only lost a little time but these men lost their all.
Now the services are over for this Memorial Day. To the names upon these crosses, I just want to say,
Thanks for what you've given which no one could ask for more.
May you rest with God in heaven, from now through evermore. -C W Johnson
The Chaplin led a prayer we stood with heads bowed low. And I thought of fallen comrades I had known so long ago.
They came from every city across this fertile land, that we might live in freedom, they lie here 'neath the sand.
I felt a little guilty my sacrifice was small. I only lost a little time but these men lost their all.
Now the services are over for this Memorial Day. To the names upon these crosses, I just want to say,
Thanks for what you've given which no one could ask for more.
May you rest with God in heaven, from now through evermore. -C W Johnson
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