You were young and niave,
being told toleave home
missing family and friends
while you trained
to be someone
you don't even know.
You left for a place,
not knowing what to expect
what you would find there
while trying to survive,
through death and destruction, and trying to stay the way you were
You may have returned
but not the same as you were
we will always love you
dead or alivem the hero' you are
remembered every year on a day of honour
so deserving are you of our rememberance...
a sweet poem with lovely tribute..well done..liked it