FORGOTTEN ARMY
There is a large forgotten army,
Who for their country have bled and died,
Leaving behind them wives and children,
Brothers and sisters who cried.
No bugle marks the passing of these men,
No beating drum or fusillade,
No flying colours, measured tread,
Or monuments of stone are made.
No day when flowers are strewn,
At the foot of an inscribed stone,
When men march proudly
With their comrades and memories, alone.
This forgotten army of the dead
Have served their country well.
It's fitting that we remember them,
And their proud story tell.