Empty Chairs, Honored Heroes

The flag's folded tight. On a mantle it stays. A quiet reminder

of their brave final days. Boots by the door, laces still tied.

A shadow of footsteps that once walked beside. Empty chairs at

the table where heroes once sat. We toast to their courage,

we honor their path. Gone but not forgotten, their sacrifice true.

Every star on that banner waves proud just for you. A letter from

the front, ink smudged with tears. Words of goodbye echo

loud through the years. Dog tags hang heavy, a story they