Vets on parade

So now every April I sit on my porch and watch my parade pass before me
I see my old comrads, how proudly they march
Reliving their days of past glory

And I see them again, those brave wounded men
The tired old heroes of a forgotten war
And the young people ask,
What are they marching for
And I ask myself the same question.

(from a tune about the Anzacs in Gallipolli)

(well, here, its armistice day, November 11th. But the feeling is the same...)