Young Soldier
The young soldier's gone
Forever lost
To a mother's kiss
And sibling's playful taunt.
He held the line
Stood fast without retreat
Controlled the fear
And faced the enemy.
When they heard
In the town where he was born
They lined the streets
As his hearse was driven bye.
With heads bowed they wept
For a young soldier
Who for flag and country
Fell into the eternal arms of Glory.
poem by Colin Ian Jeffery
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