A symbol, yes, but mark it well.
Here let us ever humbly pause
In memory of the lads who fell
In fighting for our sacred cause.

On sea or land these buddies died.
Some lie beneath a foreign sod
In graves caressed by winds and tide,
In spots unknown to all but God.

And so, this place is hallowed ground,
And it shall be forever blest
As though it were a grassy mound
Beneath which gallant heroes rest.

Be ever watchful Legionnaire,
Of those two flags which signify
That we should guard this spot with care,
Where our departed comrades lie.

And, if a man should dare to tread
This spot where lie our gallant brave,
He desecrates those noble dead
As though he walked upon their grave.