  Comrades, yea comrades in war and comrades in peace, Comrades when bugles were sounding a blessed release; Comrades when bullets were whistling and death rode in sight, Comrades ’mid battle and conquest and comrades to-night. Comrades when many a river ran red with blood, Comrades when war swept us on with the force of a flood; Comrades when charging the fortress each fain would be first; Comrades where thickest and fiercest the hissing shells burst. Comrades, even as in the great conflicts of yore, Comrades with danger behind us and danger before; Comrades when tempests of sorrow were shrouding the sky, Comrades to suffer and conquer, or suffer and die. |
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