For offering each day to fall, so that we each day can rise.
For doing so without thought of fee or thought of prize.
For facing gun and blade and bomb.
For protecting strangers and righting wrong.

We raise unworthy hand to head and salute.

You see the evil, the horrors are known,
And still you stand and soldier on.
Your war-born brothers lost en route,
But still you wear your heroes suit.

We raise unworthy hand to head and salute.

At home, the parents, children, husbands, wives,
Prove Just as heroic with their sacrifice.
Whether war is just or not,
You won’t be despised or forgot.

We raise unworthy hand to head and salute.

We wear a flower of black and red,
To stand by soldiers here and dead.
It isn’t much, a symbol bloomed,
It can’t undo the scars of doom
It speaks of all you gave and lost,
Of what’s still given and the cost.

So with thanks and with our freedom paid we raise unworthy hand to head and salute.