Old Men There Be
by Richard Miles
Old men there be, that did not feel fear:
In face of war, be it near or far,
Strained hearts grow strong, maimed minds turn to steel
To deal with loss, shrug it off with skill.
On battlefield, foreign or at home,
They waged the fight, with no dread of harm;
On land or sea, or up high in sky,
They diced with death, knew the final score.