Brave men — fallen friends, alert as children show;
Flowers fresh from little hands, yet far too young to know
A time when men answered a call and tears fell like rain;
Then just as Peace began anew, the World cried out again.
Off again to freedom fight, but it was just too high a cost;
Lovers denied, Mothers cried. So many sons were lost.
Time tries to fade the memories, while they still stand alone;
Remembered by most, one day a year
Then lost in gardens of stone.