We are the dead
Drunk with fatigue: deaf even to the hoots
Like a devil’s sick of sin
He waits forward in the sap-trench
We’re marching off in company with death
Loved and were loved, and now we lie
And all my dreams, before my helpless sight
And Turning my face to the light
Much gallant soldiers blood
In one wide brotherhood
To spend ourselves and never count the cost
That mark our place: and in the sky
The torch; by yours to hold it high
We are the dead.
Credits:
Created with images by expertinfantry - "Vietnam War"