The long line stretches on
Leading down roads anon
To be washed and swept with blood and war
The long line marches forward
The brave members neither tremble nor shake
Hastening their demise by each steps take
Far away home their loved ones await
The brave mans return home or his sorrowful wake
The children of the next generation never will cry
Nor give voice to thoughts of the glory of war
For “”tis sweet and noble to die for ones country” 
In word alone