they were all humans, every last one in that war
they died as soldiers but what were they before?
they were sons who cried when stung by a bee
they were fathers practicing patience as much as they could be
they were workers and laborers with a favourite mug for tea
they were humans, just like you and me
so when we remember the cost of those days
let's us not think just of the past and all of its ways
let us imagine the present, and what it would mean
for so many to fight, what a sight to be seen
when we remember the cost that so many paid
when we walk on the ground with a memorial laid
let us remember the humans, not numbers in a toll
but as people, as humans, every last soul
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Written in a remembrance Sunday service at Holy Apostles
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