Alan M. Peters


In the morning darkness, quiet we stand
like others all across our land
To honour those who died in war
whose joyous laughter we hear no more
But as the speeches go on and on
we have our memories to call upon
The men we honour here today
were mates with whom we went away
Some others here can not recall
not Eric, Steve, nor even Paul
But gathered here we pay homage to
those long-lost mates of me and you
They left these shores so long ago
what fate in store they did not know
And now their faces, young and bright
are seen by us, as with the light
Another dawn has come and gone
and each of us has stood alone
Except for mates, who in those hours
gave all they had, for us and ours