For All Our Warriors


From the badlands of Helmand Province
To the rose strewn gate of peace
The choir's voices rise above the village spires
As in the graveyards others sleep

The flag of pity draped across the coffin
As his brothers carry his grief
Walk step in stride to the vestry
With his battered headgear as a wreath

No poetry can offer this sacrifice
But just words that say it all
He fought,he died for others
On the battlefield he did fall

Let our brothers not be forgotten
Let his enemy know our sorrow
Let all carry an olive branch this day
For some there is no tomorrow.