And others run to get their cars
Quite harrowed or dismayed
Afraid they will not reach the gate
Before retreat is played
Not thinking of the flag or men
Who fought to keep it flying
How many would be glad to stand
Whose bodies now are mute
Or have no hand that they might raise
And stand in proud salute
So accept it not as duty
But a privilege even more
And receive it as an honor
Instead of just a chore
Email: The Bamberg Crew
