Guarding Heaven's Gate

White markers salute, forever at Attention, waiting for their flags And flowers, visitors, and friends, Watching over those who sleep, The few, the proud, the souls Who guard Heaven’s Gate. Every May they all get dressed With red, white, and blue and A salute from those who follow. Every November their birthday is Celebrated by past, present And future, a brotherhood known By no other, a family created Through a gauntlet, never to let Each other down. Shined boots salute as another Comes to rest amongst a sea Of white. A bugler’s call, a Single tear, a silent goodbye. Another guards Heaven’s Gate.