Fallen Comrades


To those fallen comrades
and those fortunate to be alive
to them each night a real battle
the day a bleak struggle to survive

To be tormented by those memories
the mementoes of their war
the price to pay for freedom
for peace they bear the scars

We salute those in uniform
the sacrifices that they have made
to work silently at their vigil
with blood has the devil been paid

The End

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