The poem

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I do not know your name,

Nor for which battle you died.

I do not know your home,

Nor the tears that were cried.

I do not know where you rest,

Nor the promises broken.

I do not know your uniform

And your fears lay unspoken.

But, I know your spirit exists,

That your courage is amidred.

Your sacrifice is honoured,

By each soul that's inspired.

I offer you from my heart,

Thank you, to guardians unknown,

For offering yourselves for us all

That we may keep freedom...

Our home.

                                                                            Bless You

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