Mild men walk all lands,
Bringing harmony to lives,
Making few demands,
Ensuring our kind thrives.
Quietly they move,
Knowing not their worth.
Yet all the gods approve
Their value to this earth.
To feed us they till the soil,
Their sweat water for the crops.
They build our cities with their toil.
Their effort for us never stops.
It is on the base they form we stand.
They have forged a sound foundation.
Without them there is no land
That can call itself a nation.
For them no statues raised,
No towers bear their name.
While dribbling celebrities are praised
In undeserved fame.
Mild men pass into the night,
Though they are those who bear the fight,
Their death knell is rarely rung.
But it is they who face the foe,
Who take up arms to keep us free,
Who help the best of nations grow,
Protecting scribbling fools like me.
Remember everyone deployed.
Written by Army Veteran and Poet Carl Martin Johnson from @havokjournal.
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