I've Looked That Old Scoundrel Death In

We Are Not Retreating - We Are Advancing In Another Direction.

I See That The Flagpole Still Stands. Have Your Troops Hoist The Colors To Its Peak, And Let No Enemy Ever Haul Them Down.

Build Me A Son, O Lord, Who Will Be Strong Enough To Know When He Is Weak, And Brave Enough To Face Himself When He Is Afraid, One Who Will Be Proud And Unbending In Honest Defeat, And Humble And Gentle In Victory.

A Soldier Plods And Groans, Sweats And Toils, He Growls And Curses, And At The End He Dies.

We Have Known The Bitterness Of Defeat And The Exultation Of Triumph, And From Both We Have Learned There Can Be No Turning Back. We Must Go Forward To Preserve In Peace What We Won In War.