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 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