Hard fought battles bloodied me

but now before you here I stand

Not as the man I used to be

before I went to foreign lands

This flag reflects the sacrifice

of all the brothers we have lost

Who's bodies lie beyond the hill

who turned the war but paid the cost

And now you sit here all polite

expecting me to do the same

While those returning from the fight

will live out life as blind or maimed

So write your stories as you want

but don't expect much help from me

For the least among the men who fought

are twice the man you'll ever be