A cry for help, a distant whisper

A foreign nation calling our name

Sent to hell, to reach for heaven

To serve in dark, as light in the black



Sent into battle to aid strangers in need

Gain independence, our forces will lead

Final solution when all others have failed



We remember the fields, where our tanks held the line

We remember our brothers in arms



When the war, has been won

And our march home begins

What awaits has not yet been revealed

What was won? what whas lost?

Will our deeds be remembered?

Are they written on stone or in sand?



Marching ashore, our target awaits 

Facing resistance, forces driven by hate 

Protecting civilians, while fired upon

Rules of engagement, our restrictions are gone



We remember the sea, where our ships broke the waves

We remember our brothers in arms



Leaving home, set to sea

Was this really meant to be?

See the shore of our home fade away

Facing blood, facing pain

Have our brothers died in vain?

Many lives has been lost on the way