I am not sure what to say to you, thank you does not seem enough.
I am safe and warm.
You are cold and lonely.
I am free to go where I please.
You are stuck in Hell.
I hate to admit it, but I seldom think about you …..going about with the business of life.
It takes a Holiday or Anniversary to remind me and then I do not always listen to the speeches, the tributes, all the words.
It must discourage you that you’re so seldom thought about.
That the sacrifice of your comrades goes unhonored.
We are sorry.
Doesn’t seem enough.
But we thank you,