In fields where shadows grew so long,
The echoes of the past still throng,
Brave souls who marched to battle’s song,
Their memories in silence strong.

The skies once dark with smoke and fire,
Hearts fueled by a fierce desire,
To end the tyrant’s ruthless ire,
And lift the world from blood and mire.

The tales of courage, pain, and loss,
Where every hill became a cross,
A sacrifice for freedom’s cause,
Written on time’s eternal gloss.

Though years have passed, the scars remain,
In whispered winds and falling rain,
A solemn tribute to the slain,
In hope that peace will ever reign.