Who are these men who march so proud, Who quietly weep, eyes closed, head bowed? These are the men who once were boys, Who missed out on youth and all its joys, Who are these men with aged faces, Who silently count the empty spaces?

These are the men who gave their all, Who fought for their country, for freedom, for all.

Who are these men with sorrowful look, Who can still remember the lives that were took?

These are the men who saw younger men die, The price of peace is always high.

Who are these men who in the midst of pain, Whispered comfort to those they would not see again? These are the men whose hands held tomorrow, Who bought back our future with blood, tears and sorrow.

Who are the men who promise to keep  Alive in their hears the ones God holds asleep?

These are the men to whom I promise again: Veterans, my friends, I will remember them.