Burial Detail
This is the third time I’ve done it this year to be honest I feel a pride in being picked to do it but the very thought brings forward a tear.
Dress uniform ironed and ready, creases sharp as a knife brasses gleaming cap badge straight its time to commemorate not a death but a soldier’s life
The family, friends and fellow soldiers gather to honour a soldier who has died there has been much reflection and many have cried.
The flag draped coffin, headdress and medals carried by 6 fellow soldiers all in step with military precision, a lone warrior killed, because of a politicians decision.
The sharp crack of the rifles salute, the last post plays then the coffin is lowered into the ground to the bagpipes haunting sound
As I march off this is when eyes fill and lips starts to quiver a solemn promise in the eyes of all present that this warrior will be remembered forever
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