Tis sad that time has taken them
Women, men, even children of valour
That an entire world went through
Such horrors that war readily lends
Millions perished, so others lived on
All men make war, few know it true
Those of character humbly been
An honour to have shared with them
A legacy that lives on beyond them
For living in strength in their deeds
We should know their sacrifices
Because it shows we are not alone
Yellowed, tattered papers torn
Moth-holed uniforms, sit silent
And the years pass and so pain
The mercy that the grave brings
But a day will come when tomes
Will be the only witnesses left
None will sense, know first hand
The legacy in our fading voices