For every fallen comrade,
This man does leave behind;
A wife, a mother, little ones,
Now with smiles hard to find.

But so often we forget to pay,
His other family due;
For the man that stood beside this man,
He is family too.

We watch these mothers', teary eyed.
They show us on the news.
But hardly glimpse at the cam-clad men,
Who's hearts also share this bruise.

These solid, stern faced soldiers,
Moisture streaming from their eyes;
These are the forgotten soldiers,
Who hide they've lost their lives.

For sure as any man,
Who's brother's left this world.
These blood brothers have lost their hearts,
And now only know the cold.

Thus when you think of families,
The ones of fallen men,
Remember the one who's arms they died in.
Remember the fallen's friend.