Comrades

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.