The following was written by an anonymous 12 year old girl in 1966.

Who are these men who march so proud,
Who quietly weep, eyes closed, head bowed?
These are the men who once were boys,
Who missed out on youth and all it's joys.

Who are these men with aged faces,
Who silently count the empty spaces?
These are the men who gave their all,
Who fought for their country, for freedom for all.

Who are these men with sorrowful look,
Who can still remember the lives that were took?
These are the men who saw young men die,
The price of peace is always high.

Who are these men who in the midst of pain,
Whispered comfort to those they would not see again?
These are the men whose hands held tomorrow,
Who bought back our future with blood tears and sorrow.

Who are these men who promise to keep
Alive in their their hearts the ones God holds asleep?
These are them men to whom I promise again:
Veterans my friends, I will remember them.