Remember

That time of year has come again
When we reflect and remember them
Polish our boots and press our kit
Remember those fallen that didn't make it

We shine our medals 
Place them on our chest 
Remember our friends 
We have laid to rest 

Remember those that went before
Those that were lost in another war
People think it's for soldiers old
Now it's time for them to be told

Rightly so we should do it with pride
Mark of respect for them that died 
Show the world they didn't die in vain 
For there families I feel the pain 

They fought for our freedom of speech
And died on a foreign beach
Yes I'm talking about Dunkirk 
And you may think I'm beserk 

Without these acts of soldiers past
Would we be here and talk so fast
So on this day in mid November 
I ask you all to sit and remember 

The 11th hour on the 11th day
Shall be known as armistice day
When  we wear a flanders poppy
And some of us may get soppy

It is good to let the tears flow
It shows gratitude to those that know
So as you see me March past
I was a soldier and not the last

There are veterans in there early twenties
Who stand tall and tears are plenty 
Bravery and courage may appear less
No whistle blows but I digress

The point of this is to say 
If only war would go away
These men and women have survived
Some of them burning up inside

So remember the fallen that is right
Bear a thought for servicemen tonight
And all those veterans on parade 
Bow your head as  they have stayed

R.I.P all personell who have passed 

CARPE DIEM
Copyright © | Year Posted 2016

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November 8, 2016 at 7:35 PM
As always a real bond to your colleagues and your military life shines through and you have all the rights to be sad at times as its a tough life the military, which people seldom realise, even down to being a military child it all has an effect, its hard to lose any friends but when they are fighting for queen and country its a brave friend that you lose xxxxd
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