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THE MEN OF ANZIO

The guns roar out across the rolling plains
There’s a drone of engines high above the sand
While wearied men fight on to gain
That precious freedom of their Motherland
Their one desire to strike the foe
These are the Men of Anzio

Amid the bullets and the shrapnel’s searing blast
Their home a stagnant trench
But they are undaunted, ever gay
Their valor no mean price they have to pay
And there in battles ebb and flow
Are these, the Men of Anzio

The Hun still fights will all that’s in his power
As in the desperation of a cornered beast
For in his heart he knows that fateful hour
Is drawing nigh, when his existence shall be ceased
And there, exchanging blow for blow
Are these, the Men of Anzio

The fight is hard, and blood flows freely o’er the sand
But each man knows the prize when battles done
So he fights with all the strength at his command
Out there among the flies and blazing sun
It’s my great pride these Men to know
These are the Men of Anzio

And so valiant hearts strive on, there must be no giving way
Whilst crosses mark the resting place of friends they knew
They carry on for well they know the enemy at bay
And the time is ripe to bring the battle through
May God his mighty strength bestow
On these, the Men of Anzio

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