Remembrance

Lest we forget.

Salute the Dawn

He rises up, a dawn salute.
 A flag of honour unfurls anew.
 All packed up and off they tread,
 Manoeuvres on this sand of dread.

Sitting in a ditch today,
 holding tightly to his gun.
 For a moment he drifts away,
 on the sofa with his son.

Loud and crashing rings out around.
 Dirt and stone shower down.
 In thanks for saving his blessed soul
 He's reached another daily goal.

To take each day as it comes,
 Step to step he soldiers on.