This Band Of Brothers Few
Ye band of brothers few… whose dead bleed the fields of valor red, whose sacrifice now speaks to all… with one voice they call: Arise take hold of our standard true and stand too. Raise high the banner of liberty’s cause… Once more, let us sound the trumpet loud, and beat the drummer’s cadence to muster one and all. Let the cadence of our heart… bear witness to the despot's hand… as the righteous rise, in all the land… too, cast off the cursed work of desperate man.
For, no sooner, did the cowards brace their lesser course… give way before a tide of tyrants many, did these brothers few, charge with steel their homeward course, to give no breath to lesser men… they stood in testament to liberties voice. Stand now ye men of valor true… Lift up thine eyes, and with no more ado, take hold of your heritage… with the sword of truth, stand to, as the trumpet calls stand to... That our Nation may no more suffer the cowards brace, lay hold of our father’s course, and stay true to their race… as a permanent memorial to their courage, embrace the tyrant, and take up your father’s chalice, drink of liberty while it may be found.
Let us remember this day of memorial… On this day, let us honor those who answered liberty’s call. Let us consider their sacrifice… with tears of sorrow for all who suffered death that we may have tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow, in liberty’s embrace. For those brave few, that band of brothers true, so righteously speak in their silence anew… That we may stand in liberties brace, tomorrow and tomorrow, a true memorial to their cause.
Let this day be no more a fleeting memory… that catches the wind and then ado. No more, a breath of the past, so desperately needed by we few, we veterans of sorrows field long lost... long ago. Let us gather new our strength in hollowed remembrance of our fallen comrades… Whose sacrifice did furnish our tables and secured our fortunes, with liberty’s garlands and freedoms embrace, let us remember this day of grace… with every waking day… let us lay our wreaths, our garlands anew…upon those fields of remembrance, recalling our lost brothers true… with equal sacrifice, keeping their cause hollowed and renewed.
We shall never forget… those few, that band of brothers solemn and true, whose blood did run red, whose dead we now memorialize… Whose steadfast courage, did refresh the Tree of Liberty, for you and I. God bless them all, now and in eternity. For they are the keepers of liberty’s gate, the watchmen on the wall for us all. Remember their call, this day, stand tall one and all… for this band of brother’s true… These few gave all… that you and I, need not die, nor perish for the lack of liberty, one for all.
Let us remember those who bore this burden… many care not to embrace… knowing, that thru their sacrifice grace brought liberty and prosperity to our gate. That peace may be our Children’s inheritance and our Grand Children’s heritage. Freedom is not free, and liberty has a price. A price, that must be paid, in a world, where tyrants would deny the whole… the right to life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness. Amen.
By:
Ronald A. Nelson
COL. US Army (ret.)
revised 11/11/20
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