402. Our Memorial Men
From the time of the first kingdom, to the last moment of this decade,
Many men and women have joined the fight, and refused to be afraid,
On horseback, and on foot, or sailing on the finest battleships of their age,
Their powerful sense of honor and duty, was as strong as their indignant rage.
Most soldiers fought not for religion, or some misguided ancient creed,
To save their homeland, and families, was the meaning of their deed,
With their weapons gripped tightly, these brave warriors took a stand,
They gave selflessly for us their lives, and limbs, to protect our sacred land.
Though they sometimes fought in tattered clothes, not much better than a rag,
These brave citizen soldiers were honored to rally around their battle flag,
They walked sometimes for miles with little or nothing to wear upon their feet,
And fought like berserkers despite having little or nothing for them to eat.
Their names are not lost to us, for they are now carved in sacred stone,
And their graves shall be perpetually tended, never forgotten or left alone,
Whether they defended us with a sharp sword, or the might of a simple pen,
These brave sailors and soldiers, will remain always, our honored Memorial Men.
- Glenn Bergen, ( Ravensheart ), © Copyright, 2016.