The glamour gone, some scattered graves and memories dim remain:
With his old pals across the field, he'll never trek again;
But yet there's nothing he regrets as he awaits his Call,
For what was done or lost or won, he did his bit - that's all.
That one is for the old soldiers out there, in whose memories are preserved the deeds and lives of the soldiers who didn't make it home.
If you see a vet, thank them for doing their "bit" for us.