Anti-Tank (Dead Armour)

Scattered on foreign fields

Lie the burnt out hulls of our dead armour

Old landscape wreckage

And this earth now scorched

Selfless acts of bravery

In the face of overwhelming force

Hold position - position held

Retained new glory sought

Shattered defenses now alone

Cover the tactical withdrawal

Outgunned, outnumbered

Though never outclassed

Spent the ammunition of faith

Weaponry exhausted

Now reduced in numbers

Numbers reduced

To the Last

Face to face with cold dead eyes

The final register of death

Crushed are the adversaries

The kill rate ratio rising

One hundred to one

Honours withheld in travesty

Presented falsely to another

With courage unspoken

All heroes die