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FOREVER YOUNG

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Lying at rest, on torn apart landscape, �
A soldier's life comes to an end.
No more to be pained, or battle-bled weary, �
No more heartfelt letters to send.

For all of his efforts, his courage, his fears, �
Despite all that has gone before,
His role has been played in this theater of pain, �
His time to fight is now no more.

A deafening silence, a darkness unknown,
Is all that does greet his demise,
Whilst hellfire and fury erupt all around, �
As mortar shells rain from the skies.

There will be no service, no prayers said to God,
No graveside for loved ones to grieve.
Just tales from a lifetime, in stories untold,
a life he must finally leave.

Peace everlasting does welcome his soul, as he answers the lone pipers call. �
The Fallen, the wounded, the bravest of men, with thanks, we remember them all.

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