The bugle blows the last post
As a white dove lands at base
Bringing the sad note from Able
Grave news we didn’t want
Told of the resurrection
Described their detection
Enemy coming very fast
Knew there they wouldn’t last
Burrowing now at the creek
Hoping no one stops to seek
As they drive on towards us
Penetrating through the line
Wishes us to use the time
To make a proper defence
Saying goodbye in a way
Nothing left for them to say
