Skies set ablaze, with cries from the men
The battle has started, and never will end!
We fight as we cry, for it is our brothers that die
Muddy, wet and tired, waiting for that letter desired
From mom or dad from sister or brother, happiness is brought with that thin piece of paper
Written are words of encouragement or loss and despair, from their new wives with good news to share.
None the less, they fought and they died, for the peace of the countries, for the good and the bad.
The reason we respect them cannot be put in few words, but to question the respect they deserve is to question your very existence.
Look around; be thankful, they all died for you.