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.
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