Brothers who marched through jungles deep,
In shadows where silence learned to weep.

With courage borne of unyielding pride,
They fought as the storms of battle cried.

Without the cheers, without the call,
They stood their ground, they gave their all.

Through every scar, through every tear,
Their strength endured, their hearts sincere.

Returning home to a world so cold,
Their stories left, their truth untold.

But in their hearts, a fire still burned,
For every lesson their war had earned.

Brothers of valor, steadfast and true,
They carried the red, the white, and blue.

And though the world may not have known,
Their legacy carved in granite stone.

The best America ever had,
Through days of hope and nights of sad.

Their spirits shine, their honor stays,
Forever etched in time’s embrace.