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ANSWERING THE CALL
The blood of men flows ever out
Like rivers to the sea.
There seems to be an endless source
Through-out our History.
The young men come to volunteer
To shed their blood once more.
They've heard the call to bleed again
Upon some distant shore.
Why is the call to die so strong
That men will heed the call?
Do they think they're not the ones
Who'll take the final fall?
It's always someone else who dies
Not we who volunteer.
We think we'll never be the one
And laugh to hide our fear.
But deep within our inner souls
We know we may be wrong,
That death may be around the turn
Our life may not be that long.
But never mind we've heard the call
We line up in our ranks,
And a grateful nation will be there
To give us all their thanks.
They'll build for us a monument
Young boys will come to share,
And they will be the next to go
To shed their blood somewhere.
And when our great Captain calls
And TAPS sound for each and all,
Forget not to say a prayer
And thank the Lord for his Love and Care.
As modified and delivered by Roy P. Hudson, Sr.
(Memorial Luncheon, June 7, 2003)
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