Another Band Of Brothers
Many were there, some jeep driving,
With the marching through.
Uninsured against the loss of sound mind,
Body or limb, the cacophony of unmitigated din.
Or that glorious death, does any man know?
Soldiers thrust by circumstance,
Onto a Ardenne landscape.
Where all arboreal life was threatened.
Unsung heroes, comrades perished,