Too seldom do we praise the selfless brave,
those caring ones who join a band of brothers
who perils face both life and goods to save.

Their care permits our living outside cave
within which seeking seeming safety smothers.
Too seldom do we praise the selfless brave.

Their diligence our paths with calmness pave,
what greater gifting by devoted others
who perils face both life and goods to save.

Our common days are filled with what we crave,
the wanting needless when we see another's.
Too seldom do we praise the selfless brave.

Our special days are marked by what they gave,
those daughters, sons, those siblings, fathers, mothers
who perils face both life and goods to save.

To those who strive that freedom's banners wave,
our thanks for daily life that safety covers.
Too seldom do we praise the selfless brave,
who perils face both life and goods to save.

- Robert Stone, 8 July 2012