Oh to be the hero who lived to see the sun
Early in the morning after the battle’s won
Or to feel the wonder that follows in the morn
Now that all is quiet and hope can be reborn.
Sadly in the shadows, their voices silent now
Those who can’t return or will ever take their bow
Dreaming in a twilight that will not rise nor set
Those men that we’ll remember and cannot forget !
Claire V. Bogdanos 