The Last Snap

A burial site, with coffin lay the flag does cover flat, the Honor Guard, in crisp array will lift and fold ~ first snap! The years of struggle now beneath with courage so compact, a solemn moment in bequeath contention wavers placid. Ah, fold the corners so complete your elbows, measure ~ pat you'll hand it to the honor seats from arms to breast ~ they'll mat! We know War was a major feat, we shared the absenced fact a loved one, always gone, replete now silence follows aft! Salute and click your heels so grand bend forward, hand to wit the loved ones in the chosen seats ~ . . . . . .so close to gather it! . . . . . The Military funeral is the most moving of any ceremony ever, anywhere! In my time, two fathers, and a brother ~ the training must be precise, the Honor Guard, almost dance through with such awesome respect!