When he came home he was weary
Tired of the jungle’s heat
Tired of the sound of gun shots
Ringing in His ear
He walked onto this soil that day
Hoping a greeting awaits
All he got was shouting
No ceremony played
They gave themselves completely
Getting little in return
Except the pride of knowing
Our freedom they did earn.
Today we honor those who died
To keep our freedom strong
Let’s not forget those veterans
Who suffer their whole lives long
In response to the daily prompt Ceremony
True. Never forget.
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