SALUTE

Salute them!

Armed with rifles and guns , argus-eyed,

Charging every encroachment that did eye,

their brothers.

Salute them!

Dressed in the camouflage pattern

combating every sadistic intention,

and earthly desires of household solicitude too.

Salute them!

With scars and limbs amputated,

A multitude tales to tell

Of courage, bravery and valour.

Salute them!

Unexampled  many resting in graves....

or weaving  wreath of glory everyday

That only ages would tell.