hose songs[of the glee club], ory≈039;s eye i uld see those staggerg luns of the first world war, bendg under soggy packs, on any a weary arch fro drippg dk to drizzlg dawn, sloggg ankle-deep through the ire of shell-shocked roads, to for grily for the attack, bluelipped, vered with sludge and ud, chilled by the d and ra, drivg ho to their objective, and for any, to the judgnt seat of god
i do not know the dignity of their birth, but i do know the glory of their death
they died unquestiong, upg, with faith their hearts, and on their lips the hope that we would go on to victory
always, for the: duty, honor, untry; always their blood and sweat and tears, as we sought the way and the light and the truth
and 20 years after, on the other side of the globe, aga the filth of urky foxholes, the stench of ghostly trenches, the sli of drippg dugouts; those boilg suns of relentless heat, those toral ras of devastatg stors; the loneless and utter desotion of jungle trails; the bitterness of long separation fro those they loved and cherished; the deadly pestilence of tropical disease; the horror of stricken areas of war; their resolute and detered defense, their swift and sure attack, their doitable purpose, theirplete and decisive victory — always victory always through the bloody haze of their st reverberatg shot, the vision of gaunt, ghastly n reverently follog your password of: duty, honor, untry</p>