Someone asked me recently what my favourite poem was, and being in a bit of a morkish mood (a large number of friends had just 'died' in a large mock battle and needed to start new characters) I thought of one that used to be said at the war memorial every rememberance Sunday when I used to play there as part of my school band.

All I can remember of it is some thing about the soldiers not being heros but just ordinary men and that they were 'doing what they had to do, in the only way they could'. I tried to find the rest of the poem online but Google and other searchs haven't come up with anything. Does anyone have any ideas?