A Tribute to a Fallen Comrade
to Jeff Pearson, written August 1918 at Bachant POW camp

It is with deep regret dear comrade
Your pals now mourn for you
You gave your life for others
What better could you do?
You always went about your work
An example to us all
Without a grouse or grumble
You answered every call
We've known you work long hours
With very little rest
It seemed to be your motto
'Always do your best'
We litte thought as day by day
We saw your cheery smile
That the cruel hand of death
Was hovering around you all the while
God will surely now reward you
You have answered his behest
'Come unto me ye Weary
And I will give you Rest',
It's hard to think your parents
Will never see you more
They cannot tend your resting place
Upon a foreign shore
But it's up to us as comrades
To inform them when we can
The boy they loved so dearly
Was a soldier and a man
We'll remember with a silent pride
That to men who died like Jeff
Heaven's gates are open wide