OUR BEQUEST
As we of this century
Fade into the morning mist of the next,
We bequeath to you who follow
A place of freedom,
For you to protect and cherish,
As we did in the muddy trenches
And foxholes in our time.
We bequeath to you
Tokens of our sacrifices,
In stone and stories,
Of our love of country,
These are for you, since
We will be beyond caring.
Your who in honoring us,
Will thus shape your own lives.
As the final fragments
Of our once invincible band of brothers,
Slip into darkness one by one,
You of this century,
Accept our legacy,
And guard it carefully.
This gift, more precious than life itself,
Is our bequest.
– ANON –