P— 
You bore the pain. 
Deep and cutting to the marrow of your soul.

T—
You gave your time and placed your lives on the line. 
How much time to heal and how many times to die again?
Lost in time, a warp of anguish and sorrow, of pain.
Only you know and your fellows.

S—
Salutes are what we give
to honor the sacrifices you made over and over again.
Reliving the dreary carnage of death and dying all around, 
but yet you stand!

D—
Dear to our hearts are the gifts y’all gave. 
Time, blood and sorrows unknown to those at home.
Broken, but not beat.
Daring to live on with minds of determination. 
Dare we forget the battles you fought, we can only salute!