Portrait of Courage, in Honor portrayed
In July, when flowers are all abloom, birds sing in trees,
and then, such joy, for us all to assume,
There are memories of fallen souls, each, in honor,
they lie, in fulfillment of their roles.
Safeguarding all the rest, with bravery to attest,
and showing why we all were so blessed,
With markers lined in rows, and upon each it shows,
the name, courageous, oh, how it glows.
Soldiers, everyone, and by the setting sun,
their lives also gone, not in vain, to have begun,
New spirits live beyond, as is the life of each, so fond,
there, their bodies and souls, to break the bond,
All the tears from all the eyes of every mother, dear,
can ever bring true solace, or have their loved ones, near.
From God's own earth, each of us to be born,
and of our whole worth, no one should ever scorn.
Giving our lives up, so that others may live,
there's no greater love, than for any man to give,
All soldiers, brave, if you could, but hear,
sweet taps to all, and our salutes, so sincere!