I cried all the way through it. There is no better tribute to these young men than to be sung to by other young men in remembrance. I am now an old man, and my grandfather's generation fought this war. As a child I met a few veterans, but never grasped what it meant until much too late.
At last, it is said. Our grateful hearts to the ones who were lost and a sharp word to those who did and would allow war to happen. I will never understand how it goes so far. I have my son and husband and somehow, my father made it through. That others could say the same. Stunningly beautiful harmony and singing from the heart. World, take note. All could harmonize. Follow these fine, young, wise men.
They told all the fine young men, That when the war is over, There will be peace, And the peace will last forever. In Flanders Fields, At Lone Pine and Bersheeba, For king and country, For honour and duty, Those young men fought and cursed and wept and died. They told all the fine young men, That when the war is over, In your country's grateful heart We will cherish you forever. At Tobruk and Alamein, At Bhuna and Kokoda, Like their fathers before, In a world mad with war, Those young men fought and cursed and wept and died. For many of those fine young men All the wars are over, They have found peace, It's the peace that lasts forever. When the call comes again, They will not answer, They're just forgotten bones, Lying far from their homes, As forgotten as the cause for which they died. Ah, young men, can't you see now how they lied -- Eric Bogle
I don't usually comment, I also don't usually cry when listening to music sooo thanks for introducing me to this new feeling, I still can't believe that you didn't win a grammy yet tho... anyway, have a nice day and an even nicer life.
