The black sands are stirring on Tarawa and Iwo Soft murmurs pass between the crosses in Henri-Chapelle Sands shift angrily at the waters edge at Omaha and Utah The ones who gave all are stirring--growing restless Better listen--better listen Soft rumbles can be heard thru the skies over Schweinfurt and Polesti Leaves are beginning to quiver on the trees hiding the old prison camps The hurried re-writing of history will never erase the sacrifices at Guadalcanal and Bougainville Unease is growing among the fallen about their country Better listen--better listen Watch Old Glory--she unfurls and snaps in disgust She has no trouble hearing those who are now growing restless They are stirring--Anzio, Po River, Remagen, Pearl Better listen--better listen This is still their country-- left in your care They did not stain their country’s Flag or Honor In God they trusted and gave all for that trust They hear their country’s borders are unprotected and they are growing restless Can’t you hear them? Our country, my country, our Flag, my Flag, our Honor, my Honor, they are priceless Better listen--better listen Three thousand in five years?--Try three thousand in one day--day after day Better listen--you who claim to be taking care of their country They gave their lives for their own united nation--not a United Nations Better listen, they are growing restless Don’t wait until you can hear them clearly by Robert D. Davis, American, WWII POW
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