Soldiers gather, to drink and chatter
about things that matter.
Of mates who lived short years ago, who loved and laughed, their hearts aglow.
Yet now who in death do rest, at what we the living take for granted each day.
And as evening falls we'll make a vow,
that in the morn our heads to bow,
in their fond memory - then and now.
Corporal Kevin Lea Morris
1953 - 2021
5 RVR - 2 COMMANDO Coy - 1 RVR
They went with songs to the battle, they were young
Straight of limb, true of eyes, steady and aglow
They were staunch to the end against odds uncounted
They fell with their faces to the foe
They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old
Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn
At the going down of the sun and in the morning
We will remember them
Lest We Forget