Deep in the field
A lone soldier stands
With mud on his boot
And blood on his hands
They left him behind

To bury the dead
And to say a few words on behalf of the leadership

Pardon me, boys
If I slip off my pack
And sit for a while with you
I´d like to explain
Why you fine young men had to be blown apart
To defend this mud hole

Now our country, boys
Though it´s quite far away
Found itself jeopardized
Endangered, boys
By these very gooks
Who lie here beside you
Forever near

Forever

We´d like to express
Our deep admiration
For your courage under fire
And your willingness to die
For your country, boys
We won´t forget
We won´t forget