There's
a bond formed of terror, fire and steel,
That
will carry forever on,
The
fire of battle, the steel of the horse,
The
terror of the cold, gray dawn.
This
bond is stronger than any tie,
And
it goes unspoken by man,
For
words don't begin to justify,
The
actions people can't understand.
We
fought side by side on foreign soil,
Cried
together to help ease the pain,
Held
our brothers in our arms shamelessly,
For
no man dies in vain.
The
Blackhorse still stands tall today,
To
be seen by our daughters and sons,
Tho'
they don't understand the tear on our cheek,
As
we softly whisper "Allons".
The
bond that we formed in the fire long ago,
In
battle, in joy, in pain,
Will
live on forever in our hearts,
"Together
then --- together again"
We'll
live by this motto until the roll is called,
And
we leave these earthly shores,
For
God will surely say "Allons,
The
Blackhorse rides once more."
SSG
Edward L. Morgan
E
Troop, 2d Squadron
11th
Armored Cavalry
1969-70
"Allons"
October 7, 1995