Forever And Always

My grandad fought upon them fields, where poppies bloom and grew,
Where men would stand and fight, and be friends with all but a few,
Gun shots sounded, screams were heard,
Men would fall then not be stirred,
A place so full of violence, so full of hatred too,
Yet through their veins, was love coursing through and through,
Every man and every boy, did not only win the war,
But they won a place in all our hearts, that will stay forever more,
Cometh' the hour, cometh' the man, or so the saying goes,
Let us forever remember these men, and all that they have lost at the hands of our foes,
There will always be a place for them, soldiers present and past,
Always remember them, let their legacy forever last.