Dedicated to those Troopers who have since
Departed from their comrades who served the
Colors with them. God rest your soul Rakkasan…
Sleep in peace…'til we form again.
White Crosses
Those rows of white crosses, so silent and still
That lay on a hill, on all beachhead hills
They are old symbols of each mother's son
Who has given his life so this war can be won
And when you pass by them, give them a little
Salute or a little prayer
And thank God in heaven that your cross isn't there.
