Who are we the soldiers, the airmen and Jack Tars.
We who keep on serving, neath blazing sun or stars.
We don't crave attention, we don't make a fuss.
Our service goes unnoticed , no one thinks of us.
We are someone's brother, mother, father, son.
A sister or a daughter to some their only one.
But we've another family, one we've grown to love as well
A family who stand with us when we are going through hell.
We've bonds that go unbroken even death can't take away
Friendship, trust, togetherness each and every day.
You hear the cries "for valour," or "for god and country" too
But what is oft forgotten is our service is for you.
So all we ask is simple, on a cold November day.
For our colleagues that  have left us please bow your head and pray.