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Respect


Remembrance Day is here again

We sit in church with servicemen

We think of those who left before

We think of those who were adored



As I look round this holy place

I see young people smiles on face

I start to wonder if they know

Why to these churches we still go



I look and see a laughing lad

A smiling lassie itís nice Iím glad

I picture now inside my head

the mates I lost, those gone, the dead



I smile softly to each in turn

My boys, my lads, my eyes do burn

I see them clear theyíre smiling back

They look so peaceful dressed in black



If I could talk with them today

I think I know what I would say

"I miss you lads my friends my mates

I'll meet you by those pearly gates"



I wonder now if anyone cares

the ones sat here in rows of chairs

wondering why old ones like me

come to touch old memories



But as I left the church today

A young lad took my hand to say

For what you did and those you lost

I thank you Sir for such a cost



My day was made by what he said

His eyes they told me, he mourned our dead

And as I looked back one more time

He raised his arm to salute so fine



My eyes they watered a tear escaped

I could not speak my throat it ached

He stood so proudly arm still raised

I saluted back - God be praised

Murdock