Think of those fallen foes - those who paid the cost
For battles bravely won, in wars later lost
Casualties of circumstance, confounded by cruel Fate
Short lives accursed by unquenched thirst the future cannot sate
Winds blow cold on fallen souls that recall summer breeze
Where once flags flew proud, half-mast rags concede defeat
Confined to yesterday, they now rest beneath French soil
Remember our forefathers: doubters, cowards, heroes all