Some in Khaki, Standing proud br Line upon line in village and town br They straight-back march past watching crowd br To remember. br They all wear a flower, red as blood br And on their faces, a diamond tear br None question their cause - The Greater Good br Just remember br They get fewer each year - or so it should be br But wars go on the whole world over br And sadness takes a hold of me br As I remember br A memory, not from in my head, br A fragment of a passed down tale br From one who ran among the dead br And is remembered br If I could tell each one dealt that bitter blow br We loved them, death was not in vain br Perhaps true peace their souls could know.........