"Have you forgotten yet?...
Look up, and swear by the green of the spring that you'll never forget."
(From Aftermath by First World War Poet, Siegfried Sassoon).

March toward the sound of the guns.
March; and the first hint of spring.
Young men march to foreign wars.
By the green of the spring they'll be gone.

March towards the sound of the guns
Spring soon but a chill in the air.
March comes in like a lion,
They march to their slaughter like lambs.

They marched toward the sound of the guns
And now the young men are all gone
There's a hint of spring in the winter air
But for them it will never come.