They went with songs to the battle, they were young.
Straight of limb, true of eyes, steady and aglow.
They were staunch to the end against odds uncounted,
They fell with their faces to the foe.
They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old:
Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.
At the going down of the sun and in the morning,
We will remember them.
I am all for people having their own opinion, but they should really learn when its not wanted. yeah,its cool that you don't "believe in war", and you hold hands and sing for peace on earth, but showing up to an Anzac day parade protesting aga