Faye Sizemore


There is something in their manner
You can tell them by their walk
There is steel in their eyes
And sincerity in their talk
They can pick each other out of a crowd
You can sense their ties
These few men
The elite and the proud
They never say much
They don’t have to be loud
They are bound by a bond of trust
You can tell they have been there
And believe their cause was just
There is a difference in the way
They touch each other
You can always tell if
They are greeting a brother
These are soldiers who
To each other will ever be true
There is a feeling like no other
They are glad they made it
And glad to see the other did, too