It was a picture perfect day,
The sun shone bright on our striking green coats
We were strong and healthy.

We were in our prime,
And nothing could deter us from our post,
Nothing could stop us from helping out passers by.

But then the season changed,
And us too changed with it,
Slowly withering away in silence.
And becoming victims of our own minds.

From bright to pale,
Healthy to ill,
Vibrant to lifeless.

No longer encompassing the strength of the past,
But never letting it be forgotten by the future.
You see, every good must have an end,
But for every end there is a new beginning.

With our end, comes this new beginning,
A new generation that will take our place,
Encompass our strengths, our hopes,
And complete what we were never able to.

And with that let us say:
LEST WE FORGET
 
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