The History of the American Expedition Fighting the Bolsheviki Part 44

At Ust Padenga where we fell On Railroad, Kodish, shot and sh.e.l.l We faced, from just as fierce a foe As those who sleep where poppies grow, Our comrades brave in Flanders.

In Toulgas woods we scattered sleep, Chekuevo and Kitsa's tangles creep Across our lonely graves. At night The doleful screech owl's dismal flight Heart-breaking screams in Russia.

Near railroad bridge at Four-five-eight, And Chamova's woods, our bitter fate We met. We fell before the Reds Where wolves now howl above our heads In far off lonely Russia.

In Shegovari's desperate fight, Vistavka's siege and Seltso's night, In Bolsheozerki's hemmed-in wood, In Karpogor, till death we stood Like they who died in Flanders.

And some in Archangel are laid 'Neath rows of crosses Russian-made With marker of the Stars and Stripes Not minding bugle, drum or pipes We sleep, the brave, in Russia.

And comrades as you gather far away In G.o.d's own land on some bright day And think of us who died and rest Just tell our folks we did our best In far off fields of Russia.