Dedicated to the Honour and Memory of all those brave Canadians who fight and who have fought and who have died in WW 1, WW 2, Korea, Bosnia, Afghanistan and as peacekeepers in No Man’s Land,
No Man’s Land
We heard the call to come and save
Those beaten down by those depraved.
We left our homes so far away
And all we love remains away.
We do not fight for gold or fame
It is our job just the same.
So here I am fighting to bring peace in no man’s land.
I hear the shells in dark of night.
They come so close each time we fight.
And in the day you cannot see
Those who would kill my friends and me,
And women and children indiscriminately.
So here I am fighting my way through no man’s land.
I hold his hand, his eyes are dim.
He speaks no more, no life within.
He was my friend and will always be,
Never erased by a dark enemy.
I mourn my loss, his loss of life,
He left a child, he left a wife.
My friend is dead and fights no more in no man’s land.
And if that time should come to be
When we have set these people free,
Those who’ve passed on will smile down,
They've helped bring peace to every town.
I ask you now, I’ll ask you then.
Please take my hand and bring me home,
Please take my hand and bring me home.
Please take my hand and bring me home from no man’s land.
Thomas C. Grylls
September 5, 2008.