Some were called
Some on their own went,
Some were fathers,
Some were husbands,
Some were brothers,
All were sons.

Many lie in foreign soil,
Many gave it all.
Many hearts were sorrowed,
Many paid the price,
So that freedom reigns.

From farms,
From small towns,
From big cities,
From all walks of life,
They bled the same.

Altogether they wait,
Altogether for the final bugle call.
Altogether in Elysian field.
Altogether in the deep.
In debt are we,
To those who paid it all.