Their footprints mark the pages of our past,
Amidst the sounds of bugles and the blasts,
Each heartbeat pounds a rhythm strong and true,
For freedom's light, in red, white, and blue.
Upon the canvas of the bravest hearts,
Where valor speaks and end of service starts,
They've woven threads of sacrifice and love,
And peace, like olive branches from a dove.
The soldier's watch may end, but not the tale,
Their honor lives, their legacy prevails,
Upon life's stage, their quiet strength plays on,
In each new dawn, their noble spirit shone.
For country's call, they stood where many fell,
Emblazoned tales of heroism dwell,
Today we honor those to whom much's owed,
With heartfelt thanks, our endless debt bestowed.
Through poppy fields and somber skies alike,
We remember those who took up the fight,
Their selfless deeds across the seas extend,
In whispered thanks, our spirits blend.
With medals earned and memories shared,
They've shouldered burdens that few have dared,
While back at home, in silence, we await,
The safe return from battles waged by fate.
Their uniform, a storyline of years,
Adorned with pride, occasionally tears,
It speaks of service beyond the call,
For liberty, they gave their all.
So on this day, our flags unfurled rise high,
For every veteran under God's vast sky,
With words of gratitude, both loud and clear,
We honor you, today, and every year.
A silent oath, a steady guardian's creed,
Adorned in service, planting freedom's seed,
They watch our coasts and skies with vigilant eyes,
Their presence felt where the eagle flies.
From rolling hills to shores, from dawn's first light,
Where stars and stripes unfurl, an inspiring sight,
These guardians stand with unwavering belief,
Emblem of hope, in times of grief.
Their sacrifice is written not in sand,
But etched in history, by their own hand,
In whispered prayers, in families' embrace,
Their legacy fosters peace's grace.
A trumpet's call, a nation’s reverie,
We owe much more than our history,
To every vet on this honored day,
A grateful nation has much to say.
The tales of old and young, of brave and true,
Echo in halls of memory, never through,
They walk amongst us, living history,
Their whispers of valor, an endless symphony.
We see the glint of medals on their chest,
Emblems of their courage, above the rest,
Each ribbon, knot, a chapter of their lives,
A symphony of service, where valor thrives.
With loved ones close, and comrades they have lost,
They bear the weight, no matter what the cost,
Grateful kin of a warrior's lasting peace,
Standing guard as long as freedoms never cease.
Listen close to their stories, old and new,
Lessons learned 'neath skies of endless blue,
Honor them, the noble and the brave,
Who tread the path from cradle to the grave.
Marching onward with resolve and might,
In day's full glare or shroud of night,
They've earned our awe with every covered scar,
Representing a bond that reaches far.
A call to arms, a country's need they heard,
No hesitation in their guiding word,
Protectors, heroes, in ranks so very true,
Their valor shines like morning dew.
Over hills, through valleys, across storming seas,
Soldiers stand firm like unwavering trees,
With remembrance of those who cannot be,
We honor the living, who've kept us free.
Let’s take this day to silently vow,
To support our vets, in the here and now,
In parades and in silence, let gratitude wave,
For in their wake, they've carved paths brave.
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