24/04/2026
Don't envy a man his medals, all those ribbons on his chest, He did not try to get them, they're not there at his request.
They were earned in stinking hell holes, where no man would like to go, or in cold and wintry places, where there's only ice and snow
He did not know he earned them, till they were awarded at parade, They were bright when he first got them, but in time the colours fade
He was told he had to wear them, and to wear them all with pride, But when the memories come to haunt him, those same medals make him hide.
Cause those medals will not bring back, all those friends he left behind, he would trade them all forever, for a little peace of mind.
So don't envy a man his medals, you don't want to take his place, Thinking back to long gone battles, and meeting fallen friends face to face.
Lest we forget, we will remember them.
Poem from Shaun Gibbons, cheers