From the VA's Waiting Room

Through these portals pass the pride of a nation
Brave guardians of the red, white and blue;
Stalwart warriors who saw fit to man their stations
Where America's unwavering stewardship stands true.

Home from hideous trenches drenched by rain
'Ere agonizing sounds of combat shells have quieted down.
Steady in marching formation, despite crippling pain,
Determined to keep old glory from hitting the ground.    

Behold the strong relentless crop of America's youth
Plucked in the prime of their glorious awakening
Disciplined acceptance measured how well they fought
Grief for comrades lost --- a mere excuse for brief mourning.

Legends do not die -- their stories live on
Those who came home will patch up missing details
Each one is a hero, and when recounting is done
A co-patriot fills in where the voiceless one fails.

Make way on these hallways -- walk with respectful stride
These warriors have weathered the test
You are facing gallant patriots who had served with pride.
You are walking amongst America's best.