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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=357682" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>March of Memories</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Left, right - left, right . . . <br>We march today for memories (the grizzled Digger said)<br>Memories of lost dreams and comrades gone ahead <br>Comrades bloody war took, dreams that men have slain <br>(Left, right - left, right . . .) Not ours to dream again.<br>There was Shorty Hall and Len Pratt, Long Joe and Blue,<br>Skeet and Brolga Houlihan, and Fat and me and you:<br>Bright lads, the old bunch; eager lads and keen<br>That first day we marched down thro' this familiar scene.<br>Dreams were ours, and high hopes went with us overseas.<br>(Left, right - left, right . . . ) And now 'tis memories.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We march again for memories (the grizzled Digger sighed)<br>Memories of lost mates, of foolish hopes that died.<br>First, Shorty got his issue on the beach at Sari Bair.<br>(Left, right - left, right . . .) The vision of him there<br>Brought the dawn of disillusion. I needed little more<br>To blood me to the butchery, the filthiness called war.<br>Shorty, like a limp rag, slung there anyhow,<br>Sprawling on the warm sand like I can see him now.<br>Always was a merry mate, a rare lad for fun.<br>(Left, right - left, right . . .) And Shorty, that was one.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We march today for memories; and they come crowding fast<br>As each year adds another page to the story of the past.<br>Pratt went west at Mena Base; raved of home and peace.<br>(Left, right - left, right . . . ) His was a kind release.<br>For a Lone Pine shell-burst got him; and he was less than man.<br>'Twas a sniper's bullet bore the name of Brolga Houlihan.<br>We called him Happy Houlihan, the man who took a chance.<br>Then the Reaper paused and plotted for the rest of them in France -<br>Except Long Joe, the luckless, a youth ill-shaped for war.<br>(Left, right - left, right . . .) And Long Joe was four.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We march today for memories. Little else had we<br>When we marched home as veterans. Blue and you and me.<br>For Skeet went with a night raid, and none came back alive.<br>(Left, right - left, right . . .) So Skeet, he tallied five.<br>Five gone and four to fight; us and Blue and Fat,<br>Who vowed he was too big to hit; but a whizz-bang settled that.<br>Yet Fat was lucky to the end - an end that held no pain.<br>All hell erupted where he stood; and none saw him again.<br>And Blue marched, and you marched, and I, a war-torn three.<br>(Left. right - left, right . . . ) Marched with memory.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We march again with memories (the grizzled Digger spake)<br>One year? Ten years? How soon shall we awake<br>To glorious reality? For lately it would seem -<br>(Left, right - left, right . . .) - we march within a dream.<br>Where Shorty is, and Blue is, and Happy Houlihan,<br>That seems the only real land, with rest for weary man.<br>For Blue went out three years ago; and cruel slow to kill<br>Was the war-god, the grim god who claims victims still.<br>But you and I, old Digger friend, will soon march with the rest.<br>(Left, right - left, right . . .) In the Army of the West!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Today we march with memories, and years dull the pain.<br>But God help the young 'uns, mate, if they must march again,<br>(Left, right - left, right . . .) For the young must ever dream.<br>But we march with memories, and ghosts go at our side -<br>Len Pratt and Long Joe, whom men say have died.<br>And you walk like a ghost, mate; you do not turn to hear.<br>Or is it - Did the boys say you passed last year?<br>Out of this tangled dreaming has your troubled spirit flown?<br>(Left, right - left, right . . .) And I march alone.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Clarence+Michael+James+Stanislaus+Dennis">Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis</a><div class=q>
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We march today for memories (the grizzled Digger said)
Memories of lost dreams and comrades gone ahead 
Comrades bloody war took, dreams that men have slain 
(Left, right - left, right . . .) Not ours to dream agai..."></div>
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