We pushed ahead.
We have gone to the enemy.
We pressed on.
Onward, even to the very end.
Even though weary.
Even though disheartened.
There never was a doubt.
We trusted our Commander.
We were brought to it.
We were brought through it.
We saw the grave swallow itself.
We saw death die.
With bloodied fists raised to the heavens,
we cried: "VICTORY!!!"
With that we went down on bent knee,
in reverence to our King.
In whom is the victory.
Battles were won.
Battles were lost.
Ground was claimed.
Ground was lost.
This war took its toll.
A mighty sacrifice was made.
The war is over!
The war is over!
Now we rise, we rise!
SCOTT DAVID BUCKLEY-(20/10/2012)
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