Oh, all that I have ever done,
and all that I might yet to be,
might then have never even come,
and might have never been to see.
Had life just seen another twist
or turned upon another road,
or had itself a different tryst,
a different path… a different load.
To fight, to die for glory’s charm
to lose an eye, a leg, your arm-
Would this have answered honor’s call
or only with that final fall?
For many others did and died,
and many others simply lied
but souls like mine had given pause
to risk our lives for an uncertain cause.