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Literature
The Glorious The beat of the drum,
Rhythmic and sound,
The slap of boots on the ground...
The rest is silence.
The tide marches on -
Remembering those present,
And those who have fallen.
The cadence is slow,
But to the beat,
The drum marching on,
The silent wind moving the flags,
As the beat goes on,
Until -
Until the order is given,
And to attention they stand and hold,
In remembrance,
Remembrance of the Glorious,
A standing tribute as the flags lower,
To those who came back,
And those who fell.
And as the silence falls,
After the last tribute of the horn,
We stand and remember,
Those who gave up everything,
So, we could have today.