Raise the flag, hoist it high
in the honor of men who die
every day across the trench
of water, in sand choked by stench
of evil and of fear
every man shed a tear
watch it pass, as in years gone by
uncaring for those men who die
the terror is not mine nor is it yours
we sit behind these closed doors
with our hands held so tight,
we keep blinded throughout the night
until those men, in the dark clothes
take us away and no one knows
