Farrell Ashton Gilliam

They went with songs to the battle, they were young

Straight of limb, true of eye, steady and aglow

They were staunch to the end against odds uncounted;

They fell with their faces to the foe.

They shall not grow old, as we that are left grow old

Age shall not weary them nor the years con?

At the going down of the sun and in the morning,

We will remember them

Rest in peace brothers. As long as we remember our fallen, they will not die., In loving memory of