From cliffs to beaches
Descending mists creep;
Stratagem settled they threaten in vain
To veil the tide of injured and slain.
Encamped in sparse shelter
Lucky to sleep;
Amplified screams shatter the night
Friend and foe joined as they quiver with fright.
Beneath scarlet turbans
Too broken to weep;
Herculean men reduced by war
All for landing on the wrong shore.
These are the valiant,
These are the brave,
These are the heroes
That gallantry made.