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Why Should We Remember? We see them out slowly strolling along Their bodies once hail and strong Now old gray-haired men hobbling on canes Among white crosses searching for names They’re from a bygone generation Who lived their days with expectations Now they walk upon sacred soil Where freedom was won by their toil And looking upon those hills and dells Once again they sense the smells Of artillery, carnage and death As friends and comrades drew their last breath Nameless faces cast from the farms Into the fray where they dance with harm A sense of duty ordered their lifes They chose to march to the drum and fife At Iwo Jima, Normandy And countless battles on the seas Boys like you and me, these men Went into the valley time and again To buy our freedom so we do not fear The tyrant who threatens what is dear Or the terrorist who would destroy The freedom of every girl and boy So these are just old gray-haired men Strolling along over dell and glen Saluting the flag with a teary eye Remembering friends who had to die So with mem’ries flooding their minds They pay homage at freedom’s shrine And we need more old gray-haired men To rise up and do it again
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