Was it in your eyes when you were born;

Or did it develop through the years;

That steely glint of the strength within

Honed sharp as a razor on whetted stone?

Ramrod spine and head held high,

To battle do you march;

Once an infant sweet and soft,

Now a soldier trained to fight.

To land, air, and sea you’re beckoned;

Through sun and rain,

Blood and tears;

The future counted in seconds.

Brave man,

Brave woman,

Brave family left home;

For liberty you stand.

Today we remember;

Red poppies and white crosses;

Victory and losses;

Your courage and honor to the end.



~I believe that…all that can be, will be, if man helps. ~André Gide


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