Unplanned theirs the path of glory,
Fraught with danger so intent;
Prolonged perils of a stirring story,
With a courage never spent.
Bestowed the Cross of George a sign,
On the living and the dead;
Who stalwartly held duty’s line,
As their youth and years sped.
Away the Harp and Crown flown,
On its ground of regal red;
Entwined with wreath of laurel sown,
In the blood of those who bled.
When all pass o’er the farther shore,
The ‘Silver Cross’ will serve remind;
Of the brave; no more, no more;
Deeds to recall their kind.
Monty Alexander 21.1.06