It Was the Saddest Day of My Life
As We Laid Him down to Rest.
It Was Small Consolation
That He Rated among the Best.
The Honor Guard Stood at Attention
And Saluted as the Flag Moved By,
Draped Across the coffin
Of a Comrade Who Had Died.
Twenty One Times the Guns Were Fired
As the Flag Flew at Half Mast,
All to Mark the Respect We Have,
For a Comrade That's Breathed His Last.
And for the Final Last Good Bye
The Sound of Taps Filled the Air,
Causing an Eerie Chill in the Soul
And Tears That Hadn't Been There.
So Let Us Endeavor to Never Forget,
The Ultimate Price We've Paid
For Our Independence and Freedom ,
That for Us, These Comrades Made.
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