The men and women lay in peace
A silent sleep their souls released
Never asked for a job well done
Blank markers bask in a field of sons.
Mother tears plea day and night
Wondering if her boy is alright
Father tinkers a car by day
Pray for his kid to be okay.
A girl back home in bed with fears
Shedding sorrowful stares and tears.
A buddy down and another gone
A world at war and he’s the pawn.
He walks a line to a cadence beat
While innocent blood spills at his feet
He grasps a hold of shining tags
Rips them from red shrapnel rags.
The lucky ones will live to tell
Stories of their enduring hell
Few are left from World War II
Few will say what they had to do.
A silent salute across worldly lands
A diagonal tip to a brim by hands
Honored are those whom fell by fate
The kids we’ve lost are a big mistake.
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