Steel and Silence

They landed hard on foreign sand,

With rifles shaking in their hand.

The sea behind, no way to flee,

Just death ahead and dignity.

The sky was torn with steel and smoke,

Each breath they drew, a bitter choke.

No speeches there, no glory song,

Just grit to hold the line that long.

Mud and blood, they slept in holes,

With rats for friends and fractured souls.

They pissed in tins, they barely ate,

Still stood their ground, defying fate.

A mate went down, you didn’t scream,

You clenched your teeth and held the team.

You shot, you dragged, you didn't stop,

One breath too slow, and you’d be dropped.

They fought like hell, then came back home,

But never felt they weren’t alone.

Their silence loud, their nights were red,

They drank with ghosts and mourned the dead.

Now we stand still, where poppies grow,

On soil they fed from deep below.

No Viral clips, or media lies,

Just real men’s blood beneath our skies. Lest we forget. Forever in the patriot's heart and mind.