BE PROUD

Let not our sons be sent to do,
That which their fathers failed,
As did our God for all to view;
To the cross his son was nailed.

Those who wait; avoiding war,
Will see the battle fought,
Upon the beaches of their shore,
In the Devil's furnace caught.

We must stand firm on foreign ground,
To keep the foe at bay,
That those at home don't hear the sound,
From the battle lines array.