Remember...

When the fightings over
and the last shots fired
when Sailors sleep in
Ocean graves and the
last Brigade retires
Remember Me.

And when the men turn
for home shattered,
maimed and torn,
and on allotments or
bombsite burn bloodied
khaki worn,
Remember Me.

When once more skylarks
sing where men once bled
and burned and blood red poppies
smile at the sun to Flanders field
returned,
Remember Me.

Please dear friend now and again
think of me at home, as I lay here
resting deep in mud, all tattered rags
and bone.

Yes dear heart say a prayer and
please hear my plea and now and
then, whenever when i ask,
Remember Me.