Welcome home Brother,
I whisper to the cloth covered box.
Do you want the mahogany,
Or to rest in the traditional pine?
Your breath has stopped forever,
Know now, that your spirit is divine.
I, too, am a warrior,
I also have walked the battle lines.
Undefeated, you now last perpetually,
Your Honor, eternally encapsulated, within our sacred shrines.
Your Valor, a grateful nations pride.
Your Loss, our people, forever diminished.
Your Memory, we shall always pay homage.
Your Kindred, are owed more than a nations gratitude,
Welcome home, Brother of Mine.
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