The Medals Do Shine

The Medals Shine in the Sun
Reminder of the Deeds that were done
All pinned in two Rows
Showing what had been done
As the best was done

Now white haired with a wrinkled face
Age and so much more has taken place
To recall all that was done during his youth
He carried out his missions
For what was considered the truth

The Sounds of the Bugle of that last post
With eyes that close as memories bring about thoughts
A comrade killed within the fray
Vividly he recalls on this very day

He battled on through days and nights
Only for the one reason
So that the unborn would have thier rights

Peaceful people slow to the guns
On the Eleventh Day of November
He and the likes shall be Remembered