You

You were young and niave,

being told toleave home

missing family and friends

while you trained

to be someone

you don't even know.



You left for a place,

not knowing what to expect

what you would find there

while trying to survive,

through death and destruction, and trying to stay the way you were



You may have returned

but not the same as you were

we will always love you

dead or alivem the hero' you are

remembered every year on a day of honour

so deserving are you of our rememberance...

Author's Notes/Comments: 

My Grandfather's were war veteran's since WWI, I wrote this for them.

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Afzal Shauq's picture

a sweet poem with lovely tribute..well done..liked it