The rhythmic beating of the bullets
From the gun’s long haul.

The rhythmic beating of the hearts
From the soldiers standing tall.

The sudden silence of the bullets
From the quick loss of lives.

The sudden silence of the hearts
From the caring worried wives.

We remember the brave
Who fought for us.

We remember the ones
Who are a must.

We care for the brave
Who defend us all.

We care for the ones
       Who are there when we call.                   Kate Haynes