In '44, Monte Cassino's height,
A fortress strong, a brutal fight.
Through bombs and blood, the Allies came,
Pushing onward, through fire and flame.
The Battle of Cassino, through rubble and smoke,
Soldiers held on as the morning broke.
In ruin and loss, they fought through the night,
For freedom's dawn, they'd rise to fight.
Four waves crashed on Cassino's hill,
Through snow and mud, they climbed with will.
A sacred place turned battleground,
Yet hope and courage held their ground.
The Battle of Cassino, through rubble and smoke,
Soldiers held on as the morning broke.
In ruin and loss, they fought through the night,
For freedom's dawn, they'd rise to fight.
So remember that hill, where the brave once lay,
Monte Cassino, in history's gray.