Roll Call
Roll Call
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I heard the final roll call,
saw a 21 gun salute,
as Soldiers stood in unison
for something absolute.
They came to say goodbye,
with honor and such pride
as they stood there in uniform
in each other to confide.
Another good one is gone,
a soul laid to peaceful rest
thanks and praise and metals
bestowed upon their chest.
The trumpets softly playing,
as the tears are being shed
the voices of friends and loved ones
the final words being said.
The Stars and Stripes of old glory,
being folded up with care
and gently given with respect
to the loved one waiting there.
For with such admiration,
they are buried with this honor
to always be remembered
Brother, Sister, Mother, and Father.
6/23/14
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