In the silence,
the greatest call to love echoes,
beyond words and time.

Flawed men, but heroes, nonetheless.
They stood firm like oak trees in a storm,
knowing the roots would split
but never stepping away from the soil.

Rooted in duty and wrapped in courage,
their spirits steadfast
knowing they’ll meet their deaths.
They bore their fear like a whispered plea,
gave their lives up for others to breathe.

Hands that never held back.
Hearts heavy with affection
they never spoke aloud.

Their marriages,
their children,
their hopes and aspirations;
never to be held again
in tenderness and care.

Their bodies rest
in the depths of the unknown.
A scattered wreck of stories untold.
A graveyard without flowers,
too often forgotten.

In the silence,
the greatest call to love echoes,
beyond words and time.