ππ‘π ππ§π―ππππ«
Invader you call him, this true native son?
When enemies threatened he took up the gun.
His father before him β his father before β
His father before him β they went off to war.
And there in lands foreign these fathers and sons,
They fought the invader β they silenced his guns.
Those men who lie buried far over the sea,
Those fathers and sons, died for you β and for me.
β D.N. OβBrien