Their voices do not boast
Nor broadcast of heroic feats
They are often silent, stoic
Within the world, but alone
Difficult to convey their qualm
Those who lived it, they know
So there is a parallel of living
As though a planet far off
A blank stare, a busy mind
Reconciling the vivid past
Set off by the stimuli of today
Its voice shouts out loudly
The honour to encounter vets
Those who survived the wars
Not Hollywood's stereotypes
Common souls bound by life
They were as you and I
In years passing, grandfathers
All, just like yours and mine
Once full of youth and hope
The quiet ones, they all are
They smile, enjoy life, faithfully
When somber they are there
Dedication, determination go on
For those who question it
There is a duty, an obligation
That surviving brings each one
Lest guilt looms in their demise
They look to see the setting sun
To account for a day lived full
For those who missed this day
Their memories on the horizon
Quiet ones do not understand
Being thanked for the slain
Old wounds, old pains again
Displaced, yet on the edge
They just want to be at home
As close as they can be to it
Even though it may be gone now
Some measure of humanity left
We are not timebombs, not at all
Ready to explode as has been said
The clear mission of freedom
Is engrained in our very souls
The quiet ones of silent respect
Let them live in peace, in freedom
The freedom of obligation's made
Citizens of duty unpretentious