WHO ARE
THESE MEN?
Who are these men who march so proud,
Who quietly weep, eyes closed,
head bowed?
These are
the men, who once were boys,
Who missed out on youth and all its joys?
Who are
these men with aged faces?
Who silently count the empty spaces?
These are the men, who gave their all,
Who
fought for their country for freedom for all?
Who are
these men with sorrowful look?
Who can
still remember the lives that were took?
These are the men, who saw young men die,
The price of peace is always high.
Who are these men who in the midst of
pain,
Whispered comfort to those they would not
see again?
These are the men, whose hands held
tomorrow,
Who brought back our future with blood
tears and sorrow?
Who are these men who promise to
keep?
Alive in their hearts the ones God holds
asleep?
These are the men to whom I promise again:
'Veterans, my friends, I will remember
them!
Written
by an 'unknown' 12 year old girl 1966.
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