Their backs were turned toward us,
their faces to the fight.
They left their home and comforts
to stand for what is right.
And some do not return
turn back again
come home.
Today's
memorial
of those who died for us.
Thank God for men like these
who never make it back.
Please God, for men like these
America, let never lack.
Note: I dreamed last night that I was in some mountain village, and they were unveiling a statue to honor fallen soldiers. The artist had made it so that the two figures, one in gold and one in stone, were facing away from the village toward the forest.
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