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 it's joys.

Who are these men with sorrowful look
Who can still remember the lives that were took.
These are the men who saw young men die,
The price of peace is always high.

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.

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

Who are all these men who promise to keep
Alive in their hearts the ones God holds asleep?
These are the men to whom I promise again
Veterans, my friends, I WILL REMEMBER THEM.

This poem was written in 1996 by eleven year old Jodie Johnson after seeing a service of Remembrance in Aldershot and was published by the Kensington Regimental Association.
It was sent to me by Sam Evans for inclusion.