When the soldiers marched....

When the soldiers marched to the voice of their captain,

You stood still.

When they pierced the bodies with knives,

You put yours down.

When they silenced the cries of other men,

You listened with an open heart.

When they turned off the lights in the houses of lives,

You gave them your torch.

When the war was over, and the dust had settled,

You were not heralded as a hero or brave man.

When the fight was done, and the cuts had healed,

You were given no medal of honour to pin on your chest.

But ten thousand hands shook your hand,

And then thousand eyes smiled at you.

For this was the soldier, the man and friend,

Who fought on the right side.

Thank You.