Lead Pipes flowed through
your veins. While the screams of battles past
ripped through your brains.
You’ve weathered every storm
and persevered through it all.
But now you’ve reached the
top of the stairs,
and climbed the ladder
to the last wrung.

Standing in front of a Twenty
One arms salute.
My head is a barren field of snow,
But you deserve no less,
oh yes, you’ve been through it all.
Lived through the Great Fall,
stormed the bloody French Beach,
and walked next to a King
for the advancement of one and all
thank you for all that you have done.
Your number one.