The Quiet

The day is solemn time to reflect a thankfulness for sacrifice Flags placed to honor Names carved on stone Dates of lives gone Grace and silent prayers No need for spoken words shed a few tears White crosses far to many numbering those lost who gain us this day of remembrance The Quiet screams louder than a thousand bombs rapid screech of gun fire explosion of a grenade the agony cry of a bayonet piercing life hand to hand combat as the knife stabs through the heart the dead lying silent on a bloody battlefield Deafening sound of war. We are here for the few that go our way of life lives by the lost of their souls we speak through their silence Scripture read, prayer said, Taps bugle calls tears flow The Quiet.