Do not call me hero
When you see the medals that I wear
Medals maketh not the hero,
They just prove that I was there.
Do not call me hero
Now that I am old and grey
I left a lad, returned a man
They stole my youth that day
Do not call me hero
When we ran the wall of hail
The blood, the fears, the cries, the tears
We left them where they fell
Do not call me hero
Each night I stop and pray
For all the friends I knew and lost
I survived my longest day.
Do not call me hero
In the years that pass
For all the real true heroes
Have crosses, lined up on the grass.
Rob Aitchison
Remember them from generation to generation.
Let us not forget.
Ronnie
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