To the war dog

To the memory of silent footsteps that beside us once did fall

We pause but for a moment and in reverence do reacall

For the hand that held the leash they served our country well

Therefore we who do remain will their stories ever tell

Some did come home strong with us tails held high

While others left empty collars and in foreign soil they silently lie

They are forever our guardian angels clad in soft and colored fur

As present now in our hearts as they ever and always were

 

(Christopher Dion)