My silent warriors have returned,
With their gallant cries and muted groans.
Again, they scale impregnable barriers,
With lives that were once their own.
Their flag held high
They march in step,
To fight for values
That they once kept.
Onward they come through shell and flak,
With teeth barred and bayonet fixed.
The sound of the bugle shatters the air,
As my silent warriors charge
The now fallen fortress of the living room chair.