A poem honoring those who served in World War II recalls the many dead and missing, including those buried in unmarked graves, left on foreign shores, buried on jungle floors, lost in the sea, or killed while still very young. It speaks for soldiers in the Army under fire from bullets and shells, storming beaches and mountains, for the Navy keeping shipping lanes open, supporting invasions, and carrying supplies, for the Marines fighting from island to island, for the Air Corps protecting troops, delivering supplies, dropping paratroopers, and shooting down enemy planes, and it also gives thanks to the women who served. It ends by crediting God with bringing them through the war.