We come back,
but we never come home.
We have friends,
but were always alone.
We cry tears,
but were no longer scared.
In our beers,
we think nobody cares.
It is true,
because us you are free.
But few will thank a man of war,
no one has thanked me.
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yes we do not thank the men of war enough for all of what they do for us. I'm seeing that more and more as I get older. good job. Becca