Remembrance Sonnet by George Haslett Connor (in memoriam). Reader: Richard Todd. Post-production: Rachedito.

We knew them as our comrades. We shall raise
Heads that are proud with sorrow when men tell
Of brave young souls who stood and fought and fell
And left to us their heritage of days.
We shall remember, on the paths we blaze,
The land, the hopes they loved and guarded well.
We shall be still, touched deeply by the spell
Of gratitude they leave with us always.
The future is not ours to take or squander;
These comrades of our boyhood, it is theirs. Where freedom lives, where poverty is slain,
There shall their spirit dwell, their footsteps wander
Over our hills, and in our thoroughfares Their selfless accents shall be heard again. (less info)