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.