Colin F. Jones


To stand and die rather than run and live
Is a foolish thing to do,
For all the advantages that life could give,
Are lost to those fearless few.
Does one fear a fire that blazes bright,
Or stand firm to put it out,
Or retreat in haste from the futile fight,
For to live is more devout.
Oh so brave they were who had no fear,
But without fear they were not brave,
And those who weep for them a tear,
Know they died as someone’s slave.
For soldiers know the worth of fear,
For ‘tis fear that makes them brave.