White petals, 

Now stained crimson red 

Fill the battlefields

Of the brave, 

Alive or dead. 

Betsy’s banner, 

Adorning streets, schools, and storefronts, 

Billows boldly in the November breeze,

Like in every war, fought and won. 

Trumpets playing 

The Taps for those gone,

But not forgotten, 

As their duty and service 

Live on through the hearts that 

Loved them. 

“Thank You,” 

A phrase on the lips of America today 

As she and her people 

Remember those who swore to protect 

The colors and the Eagle,

This Veteran’s Day.