Remember The Brave Ones in Christy Moore

Remember the brave ones with the blackened face
Digging the trenches for the human race
Remember the brave ones with sandy eyes
Storming the beach head hear the battle cry
Mow them down

The European fields and the coastal sands
Ran wet and warm where warriors had spilled
The Christian sacrifice must never happen again
The search began to find a cleaner way to kill

Remember the brave ones who flew the skies
Dropping their gifts down in the passers-by
Deliver to London and to Dresden town
Let the buildings and rubble be their sleeping gown
Blow them up

The European fields and the coastal sands
Ran wet and warm where warriors had spilled
The Christian sacrifice must never happen again
The search began to find a cleaner way to kill

Remember the brave ones when the button is down
In an office in Moscow or Washington
And the faceless features of a child unborn
To a civilisation that wouldn't learn
To forget the brave ones and let them lie
Let their death moan be a warning cry
Of a battle that burns up like a million suns
Where there are no heroes and there are no brave ones