In the cover of night they walked through the jungle,
Bullets screaming by their face,
The lives that were lost there,
No one will ever replace.
They offered them titles and
Medals covered in chrome.
But those things can't help them forget,
The voices when they came home.
They fought with honor
And for freedom for all.
In the eyes of the younger generation,
They will always stand tall.
For them and their buddies,
I have written this poem.
And I would like to tell them all,
WELCOME HOME, WELCOME HOME!!