The air raid sirens wailed
And the bombs began to drop,
Destroyers and battleships sailed
While life ground to a stop;
But for us, not the smoke
The shattered glass and dreams,
We are not wrapped in fear’s cloak
The crying and the screams;
Where courage rose in veins
When the bugle call was sounded,
The thin air carried it’s strains
Across the dead bodies mounded;
But we say hello every day
For love we do not lack,
Not for us to enter the fray
Or loved ones that didn’t come back;
Our mettle is untested
No despair in which to fall,
Our spirits asleep and rested
Still waiting for the call.