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It is we who charged you, pay the price

Your gift bequeathed, in sacrifice

For thee our praise and sorrow’s spent

Now you the fallen, we lament

With virgin eyes and youth you went

Pure of heart, into the firmament

Thru bloodied ground and mangled flesh

You faltered not, our foe to thresh

Our grief lives still, for you who gave

Reposed in rows, grave on grave

Names engraved, on honored scrolls

Wars horror etched, upon your souls

Your gift in life, a selfless bent

Your gift in death, our freedom lent

This gift we treasure, shall not be lost

Such a courageous effort, your life it cost

The gift you gave, lives on today

Freedom to express, what we wish to say

A price so great, we never meant

LEST WE FORGET, we now lament

BOEMS BY JA 459