Valor

Valor So young and innocent giving that last measure. Asking questions only to yourself, making that final journey home-alone. What was the last thought before closing your eyes? Was it one of disbelief, thinking you could never die, Or was it one of valor, knowing you had done your duty. Now, your name, etched across some black marble stone with so many others. Above your head flies a flag, and fresh flowers mark your grave. You leave your family with a box of medals. They, somehow, lack the warmth of your flesh.