Beneath the sky of red and blue,
The flags arise with morning dew.
A quiet breeze, a solemn song,
For those who served, brave and strong.
Across the fields where white stones stand,
We place our flowers with gentle hands.
Each name remembered, each story told,
In hearts of young and hearts of old.
The drums once marched through smoke and rain,
Through fear and loss, through grief and pain.
Yet freedom's light still brightly stays
Because they gave their yesterdays.
Families gather, candles glow,
Sharing memories soft and low.
A nation pauses, proud yet still,
To honor courage, strength, and will.
So on this day we lift our eyes,
To silent heroes in the skies.
And thank them for the lives we live,
For all the love their sacrifice gives.
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