Lions of the Hour


It was not yet their time,

A crowd of honorable youths,

Pressing up the hill of science.


It was not yet their time,

Boys chasing the hearts of belles,

Training to build a better tomorrow.


It was not yet their time,

Brothers bound by conscience,

Standing tall for their native state.


It was not yet their time,

Lives blossoming into maturity,

Full of a most vibrant promise.


Yet the hour came,

Cadets marching off to war,

Thrust into a man's turmoil.


Yet the hour came,

Tired and sodden they were,

And they answered the call.


Yet the hour came,

When battle was finally joined,

And boys were sent to face death.


Yet the hour came,

Innocents caught in a bloody struggle,

Could God forgive such an order?


Then time stood still,

Boys became men that hour,

As bayonets were fixed with courage.


Then time stood still,

Soldiers leapt the fence and charged,

And the muddy field was carried.


Then time stood still,

The Corps pressing up the hill to victory,

As shoes were lost that dark day.


Then time stood still,

Friends fighting for eachother,

As brothers were lost that day.


Who were these brothers,

This crowd of honorable youths?

They were the Lions of the Hour.