Today, everyone giggled when Sir shed a tear at eleven o'clock
Calling him an emotional chicken.
But no one knew or cared to know that Mister's grandfather died
Not in action
Not by artillery
But many years later, when recalling past events hurt his mind too much to keep
Living.

Today, everyone giggled when I said I missed the soldiers
Saying I was being dim
Not paying attention to know that those noble men were our literal
Guardians
Saviours
The ones who experienced such terror for our lives