Real heroes wear our uniform
You’ll see no numbers, that’s the norm

They do not strive to get rich quick
Their mission firm, oh how they click

To serve us faithful is their cause
Determined minds, they’ll never pause

Sincere, they love our country true
Sleep well my friends, they serve for you

We sometimes see them on our shore
While others brave a foreign tour

So trained and drilled to do it all
In time of need they’ll meet each call

They make a total treasured sight
No finer known, a mom’s delight

God hold them safe and keep them well
Till soldiers return home to dwell
~ Roger Robicheau

There is in the eternal realms
A great line of men
Who march along
A long winding road.

There task is to collect
The dead of ages
Taken from the ranks of the fallen.

After midnight on the 30th May 2009
The great line halts
And a sergeant majors voice rings out
Not as on the parade ground
But in the solemn silence increased
The short command is given
Get fell in, to the rear of the column.

Two solders take their place
Adjust their equipment
And calm their troubled expression.

These fallen two shoulder arms
And the great line of men
The dead of ages
Taken from the ranks of the fallen
Moves off at a slow march
Vending its way
Along the long winding road

Almost out of sight
The line visibly halts
And a sergeant majors voice rings out
Get fell in to the rear of the column.

And we who mortals be
Strain to hear the sound
Of their marching feet.

Written by Nigel Moffett after the loose of his son whilst serving in Afghanistan this year and read out by the BBC at the conclusion of this years armistice parade.