Intro: It was just after sun-rise and down by the sea down on the sand flats where nothing will grow come drumming and footsteps like out of a dream - where the golden green waters come in. Just nine lucky soldiers had come through the night half of them wounded and barely alive Just nine out of twenty was a-headed for home - with eleven sad stories to tell. I remember quite clearly when I got out of bed . I said, "Oh, good morning. What a beautiful day."