四根羽毛

    You may be lost...　　

    but you are not forgotten.

　　For those who've journeyed far
　　to fight in foreign lands

　　know that the sodier's
　　greatest comfort

　　is to have his friends
　　close at hand.


　　In the heat of battle
　　it ceases to be an idea
　　for which we fight...
　　or a flag.


　　Rather...
　　We fight for the man
　　on our left

　　and we fight for the man
　　on our right...

　　...and when armies
　　have scattered

　　and when the empires
　　fall away...

　　all that remains is the memory
　　of those precious moments...

　　...we spent side by side.