Speak to me not of victories;
of battles throughout the day,
Speak to me not of warriors,
charging bravely into the fray,
Tell of the hands that comforted;
that tended the wounded and dying,
Tell of the voices that soothed them,
and hushed their pain and crying,
War may be the province of men,
waged through their strength of arms,
But, more often than not it is women,
who mend their hurts and harms,
Strength has many forms and shapes;
courage comes in myriad guises,
Do not measure merit by brawn alone;
the valiant come in many sizes.