By Benjamin Shapiro
The smoke will clear on some sunny day, 

Showing memories written in hard, red clay

Of soldiers’ boots and bayonets,

Comradery built in desert tents,

Of wars between worlds old and new,

Of becoming both the proud and few. 

The ones who paid glory’s full price,

The families whose ultimate sacrifice 

Paid forward freedoms we hold dear,

Freedom from tyranny and fear. 

When that smoke clears and war is done, 

When the world is drenched not in blood, but sun,

Those heroes who gave their all to save

Us, those men and women who are so brave

Will truly be honored, not just for one day,

But for all of eternity. For peace, let us pray.

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